International Pizza & Sub

This place is cheap… and it damned well should be, considering that they use absolute bottom of the barrel quality ingredients. I don’t care how tempted you are to go here, or how badly you need some food to sop up the last few Jäger bombs you just had at O’Briens…just don’t do it! Go to the Store 24 on the corner and get yourself some shrink-​wrapped pound cake instead. You’ll thank me later.

Let’s start off by saying this place just looks grimy from the start. Why I went here I could not tell you. I am not really sure what the hell I ordered but what I do remember is some chips and guacamole on the side. Ugh!!! The guacamole tasted like some pasty sludgy mess… no flavor really just a nasty sludgy texture. Oh yeah I bought my mom a burrito from here once when she was having a burrito craving… well she used to be my mom… she hasn’t talked to me since ;-)

This place did not used to be crap, I swear! Two years ago their subs and Mexican Combo Plates were quite edible, in the 3-​star range. But today, the grilled veggie burrito was a sad mass of fail, or more specifically, of 2 cups of white instant rice (slightly crunchy), green bell peppers (definately crunchy and definately not grilled) and mushrooms (slimy). Ugh.

I saw this place on Campusfood and thought, huh, why not?
I found that out not 45 minutes later.
It wasn’t the fact that I paid for 2 sides (extra salsa and guacamole) that i didn’t get,
or that when I called to express my concerns i was told «We will bring it next time» ‚
or that my veggie quesadilla was no more then an amass of slimy tortilla, cheese (a little) and veggies (i think) squished into tin foil.
or that the chips were stale
or that I got two bites in and knew in my heart of hearts that there was no way I could even pretend to try to eat it.
Then again… it is all those things. And, alas, my sides of salsa and guacamole will go unclaimed because there will
never be a next time…
Steer clear!

I wipe the sweat from my brow.
I part my well oiled hair with my fingers.
I pack down the over-​flowing garbage with my bare hands.
I wipe my hands on my shirt.
Then I make your burrito.
The most unsanitary and least tasty establishment within 100 miles.

Holy cats! I should have listened to the other reviews here on Unilocal.I was dying for a caesar roll up at work, and with the Boston Marathon closing Comm. Ave, my choices of delivery were scarce.
While the food arrived surprisingly quickly, the wrap itself was full of fail. The dressing was watery and well, there wasn’t much of it. There was pretty much a single leaf of lettuce. And who on earth puts white cheddar on these things? The warm chicken (which wasn’t bad) turned the cheese into a congealed mess. It was more fun to poke than to eat.
The two good things were that they actually honored my request to leave off the crutons (so many places don’t), and that I discovered that disgusting, melted shreds of cheddar can be sculpted into fun shapes. I sure as heck wasn’t going to eat them!

You know how some places are good?
Yeah. .. this isn’t one of them.

If you’re on the block and need some latenight cardboard to chew on, you could do worse than here (namely, Rednecks… or whatever they’re calling themselves these days despite the sign still proudly saying Rednecks). The food is terrible, but it’s cheaper. There’s less of a crowd, the staff are nicer, and the real perk — they occasionally have really incredible FREE magazines. A few years ago I picked up some bizarre mag I’d never heard of because the cover was a photo of a barn in the middle of a country field with «Backstreet Boys’ #1 Fan!!!» painted on the side. I still have the magazine simply because of this moving image. Tonight I scored the latest Helio, which I haven’t had a chance to read but am nonetheless fascinated by thanks to the names Mark Ronson and Werner Herzog being next to each other on the cover, under some sort of cartoon depicting cute little rabbits being chased by a giant monster with teeth instead of eyeballs. It sounds random, and that’s because it is; why in the world am I going to a dumpy «pizza» place to get my coffee table/​toilet literature?
I guess I used up all my luck on that publication this evening, because after grabbing it they somehow managed to ruin a pre-​packaged salad. I asked for dressing and was given the options of Italian and Caesar. I opted for the Italian, and then watched in abject horror as the man pulled out a giant tub of it, you know, like the kind you buy at Costco. Calling it «oil» is being generous; this was bottom-​of-​the-​barrel oil residue that had been sitting in this place for probably a few years. It was perfectly paired, though, with the olives whose skin consistency closely mirrored my own. Ultimately I decided that I’d prefer eating my own skin, though, and settled for chewing on the pepper and hoping it would kill my taste buds.
I’m a wee bit jealous of Miguel. I have tried to order a smoothie on so many occasions over the past six years and have never once been successful. I was starting to doubt they even have a blender, but apparently my timing is just that flawed.
A final note: if you end up here, do your best to pick up the chair to move it. I know it’s heavy, but it’s that very weight that makes it produce the most ghastly sound when dragged across the linoleum. Earplugs on Harvard Ave are generally handy anyway, but especially if you’re going to be rearranging the furniture in here. Ho hum.

I ate here once and couldn’t poo for two days.
I ate here again tonight and threw up, sober.
There’s something charming about that.

I saw this place on CampusFood and ordered delivery, I figured how bad can a pizza be from a place titled «International Pizza and Mexican Food.» Well my friends, it was THAT bad.

Well there is no words to describe how horrible this place is. I mean the effort is there but the food is just bad. I mean prices are dirt cheap, but the only down side is that the food taste like dirt. With that said I would only suggest going to this place if AND ONLY IF you don’t like someone abd you want to take them out.
PS: The smoothies are pretty darn good and all natural. i had one and I loved it, tasted just like it was supposed to. It cost $ 4.25 but it was worth it.
Remember chew twice once for you and once for ME!!!

Ugh! Aargh! Just, don’t, dear reader, do not order from this place. If you insist, here are details:
Either ‘rice and bean quesadilla’ means ‘chicken burrito’ to the good people over at international, or, more likely, they got my delivery order terribly, egregiously wrong.
The «fresh salsa» tastes like canned tomatoes with some vinegar added, I think the ‘hot sauce’ might actually be vinegar, and the guacamole tastes like … like nothing at all. It’s just mushy.
The chips, however, were not bad, hence the one star (actually, it’s impossible to give zero stars or I would).
To be avoided.