In yesterday’s Globe the estimable Alex Gill took issue with the food, decor and service at The Poor Italian. That would be a solid three strikes against it. I quote;

All in all, the best thing I can say about Poor Italian is that they certainly got the name right.

Yikes, short version is she hated it. And solid rumour has it that she wasn’t as tough as she could have been, it was that bad a meal. I haven’t been but friends I trust tell me it’s excruciatingly bad. Regardless, that’s just conjecture and opinion, my friends and Ms. Gill could be woefully wrong. The proprietor took exception to the review, and penned a lengthy rebuttal; (Find link to post here, or scroll through the comments)

Since when is it in a food critic’s job description to personally insult an individual and/or culture of people? Your negativity is blatant slander, and why is it that you have it out for me, my partners, and the eastside for that matter?

Not to take sides, ah screw it I’m with Gill on this one, the post spends considerable energy  personally insulting an individual. Pot – Kettles on the phone, it wants to discuss your hue. The Poor Italian no more has a twenty pound box of black truffles in their kitchen than I do. Anyway, it makes an entertaining and energetic food fight. One last observation, “The pasta we receive is a mix of spaghetti and linguine.” Really? Holy shit that is an amateur hour error.

~KT