Boathouse Nachos

Oh Boathouse, how I loathe you so. I went to a happy hour the other day with a whole boatload of people. It was buy a pitcher, get free wings night. Not a bad deal, really. In fact, I actually might like their wings. But wings weren’t quite cutting it, so A and I decided to split some chicken nachos. These weren’t good at all. Not at all. But because I was drinking and hungry, I still ate them. The chips were soggy, the ingredients were not evenly distributed, or even nearly evenly distributed. They just weren’t very good. I didn’t pick the Boathouse. I would never pick the Boathouse. And I’ll never eat these nachos again.

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