Alex A.
Google
I had the pleasure (read: regret) of ordering Chef KB’s Lobster Carbonara at Maggiano’s Little Italy, and let me tell you — it’s a culinary experience I’ll never forget, mostly because I’m still trying to recover from it.
Let’s start with the name. “Carbonara”? Adorable. There’s no guanciale, no silky egg sauce, no comforting balance of flavors — just a random assortment of bacon bits floating around like they fell in by accident. If anything, this should be called Pasta Lobster Soup, because that’s exactly what it is: a watery, confused dish that tastes like someone described carbonara to a chef over a bad phone connection.
The lobster? Sad. The pasta? Soaked. The sauce? Still trying to figure out its purpose in life. The whole thing felt like a prank — as if the kitchen staff wanted to see how far they could stretch the definition of “Italian” before someone called for help.
Honestly, calling this one of the worst things I’ve eaten in my life feels generous. Maggiano’s, if this is your idea of innovation, maybe just… don’t.