Origins of my Boston Market boycott

At my job the other day, we were having a catered lunch by Boston Market. I’ve never eaten at a Boston Market restaurant, and since I was getting this meal for free, I was fairly excited.

Well, lunch was to be served at 12:30, but a little before that time we found out that the truck would be a little late. No problem, right? Well, at 12:45 we still had no food; same for 1:00. In fact, our lunch did not arrive until 1:15—45 minutes late. Well, as we got in line for our Boston Market, word started to spread that there was no chicken. CHICKEN. Chicken is one of the things that Boston Market is known for, how does anyone who works for this company forget to include the CHICKEN for a catered meal?

Well, despite the late, chicken-less meal, I and everyone else dug in. After gobbling down the ham, stuffing, green beans, and meatloaf at unhealthy speeds (because I was hungry you see, my meal being 45 minutes late and all), I realized that the meatloaf was not so great. I looked down at the meatloaf and what I saw resembled uncooked spam, and so I decided to not finish this lard otherwise known as meatloaf. Then word spread that someone’s meatloaf was a little too red—you know, “undercooked red.”

So, my first Boston Market meal was late (strike 1), chicken-less (strike 2), and undercooked (strike 3, you’re outta here). In addition, when one of my supervisors called the Boston Market that catered the meal, the person on the other hand responded that our experience was “too bad.”

Now, while I understand my experience was the result of some less-than-professional Boston Market employees, I take this as an example of the company’s professionalism, commitment to quality and respect for their customers. As such, I now officially begin my lifelong Boston Market boycott. If you want to go out for a meal with me one day, and you suggest Boston Market, you may go right ahead; I’ll be at the Wendy’s.

They did eventually deliver the chicken.