The Squealing Pig

June 22nd, 2010 by Richard Chudy

By all accounts, the Squealing Pig should be a great place, a little out-of-the way pub tucked away in Roxbury Crossing, like some secret spot only the lucky one’s know about, hell, even Steph’s cab driver didn’t know the street it was on. (but that could say more about the inept cab driver than anything else) The Squealing Pig could have been that type of restaurant, but it’s not, the service is poor and the burgers are so ordinary it’s not even funny. This is a hospitality business, yes? I think someone forgot to tell our waitress, who might have been having a bad day for all I know, but she was full of attitude. It almost felt like we were intruding or something, never feeling welcome and mostly being ignored the entire meal. continue reading »