Gio L.
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I never write bad reviews. As an artist who works hard for every dollar I spend, I genuinely believe in supporting restaurants, not punishing them. But this place — Passage to India — made me feel morally obligated to warn people before they waste their time, money, and sanity.
The restaurant is hidden on a random corner that is nearly impossible to find, with no designated parking and city signs everywhere threatening towing after certain hours. We arrived two hours before the towing window, thinking we were safe. We weren’t.
We walked into the restaurant at 6:45 PM and were the only guests in the entire place — and now we understand why.
The food was, frankly, shocking. I’ve eaten Indian food across India itself — from Goa restaurants to Delhi street markets — and I’ve eaten Indian food across the U.S. This was easily the worst, most Americanized, watered-down imitation I have ever had.
We asked for spice; we got runny, bland, joyless dishes with no depth, no heat, and no identity. It was “Indian-accented” food for people who don’t know what Indian cuisine is supposed to taste like.
As if bad food weren’t enough, my car was towed, costing me $250 on a trip where I had only one day in Boston. When I asked the manager what happened, they casually told me that this is “a tow zone” and that they “have parking vouchers” that could have prevented this.
Let that sink in.
They knew the parking situation is a trap.
They had vouchers.
They simply didn’t bother to tell us.
Blaming us for not seeing a worn, barely noticeable sign on the door is unacceptable. A responsible business — especially one in a high-risk tow area — warns every guest when they walk in. A simple: “If you drove, let me give you a parking pass.” They didn’t. They never even asked.
The staff were polite, but that doesn’t erase the negligence. A respectable restaurant would have compensated part of the towing fee to prevent a guest from leaving furious, especially when the food was already disappointing. Instead, they shrugged. And now I understand why the place was empty — every cent seems to matter because the business itself is struggling.
All three of us at the table were unhappy, both with the food and the experience. The night was ruined, the money wasted, and the meal completely forgettable.
I strongly warn anyone considering eating here: choose literally anywhere else. Boston has too much good food to gamble on a restaurant that can’t even warn you that your car is about to be hauled away.