Ban Cilantro (or: a Brief Review of Boston's Sports Bar)
Tonight Kim and I ate at this new restaurant called Boston’s Sports Bar and Grill. We were eyeing up their BBQ Chicken Pizza but it had cilantro on it, and we couldn’t figure out what that was. I thought it was somehow like parsley, but wasn’t really sure.
I asked the waitress, and she said that it was, in fact, parsley, and she even said "you can’t really taste it." So we got the pizza with the cilantro, and while it’s similar in appearance to parsley, that’s where the similarities end. The taste is very strong, which sucks because its taste is the taste of soap. After a few bites of it I realized where I’d tasted that before: in certain salsas. In fact whenever I buy salsa I buy ChiChi’s brand because Tostitos’ salsa tastes like soap; it’s all so clear now that I know why.
So I vote that we ban cilantro. Admittedly, it’s not quite the most offensive food known to man -- a distinction which I reserve for gorgonzola cheese -- but it’s pretty nasty.
The pizza itself was pretty good, but the crust was entirely tasteless. It was strange; they’re all about their "gourmet" pizzas but the crust was not unlike cardboard. The other strange thing was the french onion soup that I got as an appetizer: the cheese on it was some of the best french-onion-soup cheese I’ve ever had, but in the soup itself, in addition to there being the normal onions, there were soggy breaded onion rings. Normally french onion soup has bread or croutons in it, and they get soggy and it’s all good. But the soggy onion rings were just nasty.