Jennifer T.
Yelp
This review has been hanging out in my drafts for about a year, and I kind of felt bad about posting it, but no--
I hate that this place happened to me. Stupid, stupid me for not looking it up on Yelp first.
Look, I don't care that it's a small farm and that they have only 3 kinds of apples to choose from. (No honeycrisps? DENIED.) I don't care about the old man band--That was kind of charming. I don't even care about the hideous parking situation. All of these things, I will let slide.
What I cannot abide is being swindled out of my hard earned cash, and then blatantly ignored.
The Boston Hill experience started off with being yelled at by some overbearing blonde troll when my friend tried to take my picture with the goofball wooden cow they had set up for some sort of "festival". We were loudly informed that "the games were 2$ each". Whether that meant 2 dollars a person, or 2 dollars a photo, or 2 dollars each time you looked at the so-called "games" (There was one of those stupid strong man bell ringing things, a wooden cow you could milk, and one of those things you stick your face in an take a picture. By my estimation, ma'am, that is only one legitimate game.) We begrudgingly gave her 4 dollars as she menacingly approached us and then hovered closely while we took the intended picture. Wow, what a FUN game. Picture taking.
Then we had to walk down to the orchards through veritable swampland, or take a tractor for more money. When we got to the orchard, the trees looked like they had been blighted by idiot infestation, and a ton of apples had been chucked on the ground. Even still, we managed to get pretty deep into the orchard and come out with a decent haul.
I definitely paid $34 for a 1/2 bushel of apples. Compare that to:
Bolton Spring Farm: $24 for 1/2 bushel
Nashoba Valley Winery (where you can also get shlammered): $25 for 1/2 bushel
Finally, on the way back to the car, we stopped into the store for some cider donuts and other tasty vittles. I literally stood at the back counter for a full 20 minutes watching the employees blatantly ignore me. I said "excuse me" very politely about five times, and then from that point on, I was just amused at how long they could keep pretending that I wasn't a real physical presence. I even, at one point, questioned my own corporeality.
BOOOOO, Boston Hill Farms. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
I'm only ever going to Nashoba Valley Winery from now on. Better apple selection, better staff, better prices, better experience. Oh yeah, and WINE.