Berklee Noodles Factory

Ambience is so nice, service is super friendly and helpful

Vegetarian options: Super good vegetarian options

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Recommended dishes: Spicy Miso Ramen

Poor service, Food is very oily. meetballs taste strange. do not recommend.

Atmosphere: 1

Food: 1

Service: 1

Fast service yummy soups

The food was fine but the service was not. Was forced to tip even though my friend had already tipped. The student discount was added to our total and then split. The lady wouldn’t take my money until I included the tip! My friend even asked “do we HAVE to tip?” And the server IGNORED her. I’m sorry, tip for what?? There was about 20 seconds of human interaction so what is there to tip for? TIPS ARE NOT MANDATORY ‼️‼️‼️ HOP OFF MY POCKETS NEXT TIME. BEWARE of GREEDY servers!

Excellent dishes, quick service, friendliness and friendliness.

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

This place gave me food poisoning.

Atmosphere: 1

Food: 1

Service: 1

Excellent tomato ramen!

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Stopped in for a quick dinner before heading to the BSO show, overall great experience, food, service! Highly recommend

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Spicy costs $1 extra, and even then the sauce they give you isn’t spicy

toppings are very skimpy (very little amount). Avg portion size

I could tell most things are prepackaged and assembled in store instead of freshly made in house. Basically your meal is ikea furniture: prepared not in a factory, assembled in store.

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 2

Service: 4

Great set up , delicious food and service is just excellent.

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Recommended dishes: Spicy Miso Ramen

Best authentic Chinese rice noodles in the country!!

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

In the heart of a bustling city, tucked away on a vibrant street, stood the Berklee Noodles Factory. Its charm lay in the sight of hand-pulled noodles dancing through the air, the warm glow of lanterns, and the inviting laughter that echoed from within. The atmosphere was a blend of culinary artistry and community spirit, where the aroma of spices mingled with the joy of shared meals.

My own life had grown dimmer with each passing day. After losing my job, I found myself wandering the city, burdened by unfulfilled dreams and a sense of hopelessness. One rainy evening, seeking refuge from the storm, I stumbled into the Berklee Noodles Factory.

The moment I stepped inside, the earthy aroma of broth and spices enveloped me. The chef, a master of his craft, was busy crafting a fresh batch of noodles. With a welcoming smile, he approached me and offered a steaming bowl of his famous pho—a gift for my first visit.

“Try this,” he said, placing the bowl in front of me. “It’s good for the soul.”

With the first taste, memories of family dinners flooded back, and I felt something shift inside me. The flavors wrapped around me like a warm hug, awakening a part of me that had been dormant for too long.

Over the following weeks, I returned to the Berklee Noodles Factory, finding solace in the routine of sharing meals and stories. Each visit felt like a balm for my restless spirit. The chef’s passion for cooking was infectious; he spoke of food as an art form and a bridge between people.

One evening, I noticed a flyer on the counter: “Noodle-Making Workshop: Discover Your Flavor.” My heart raced at the thought of participating, but self-doubt crept in. The chef, noticing my hesitation, encouraged me to join.

“Don’t let fear hold you back,” he said. “Everyone has a story to tell through their food. Come join us.”

I signed up, and that workshop changed everything. As I learned to knead dough and stretch noodles, I felt the weight of my worries lift. The experience reignited my love for cooking, a passion I had buried under layers of anxiety.

But life can be unpredictable. Just as I began to reclaim my spirit, I received a call that shattered my newfound peace: my father had suffered a heart attack. Panic consumed me as I rushed to the hospital, guilt gnawing at my insides.

In the midst of those turbulent days, I sought solace at the Berklee Noodles Factory. The chef noticed the change in me—the way my laughter had faded, replaced by a heavy silence. One evening, he pulled me aside, his gaze steady.

“Life can be brutal,” he said softly. “But you’ve got the strength to overcome this. Remember, every noodle we make has a story. Don’t let fear dictate yours.”

His words struck a chord deep within. I decided to channel my fear and grief into something positive. Inspired by the chef’s kindness, I organized a fundraiser at the Berklee Noodles Factory to support my father’s recovery. The community rallied together, filling the restaurant with warmth and laughter as we cooked side by side, sharing our stories and forging connections.

As I stood before the crowd, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Their support reignited my spirit. Months later, my father was recovering, and I had found a renewed purpose in my culinary pursuits.

On a sunny afternoon, I stood outside the Berklee Noodles Factory, watching the world buzz by. The chef joined me, a knowing smile gracing his face.

“Ready for your next adventure?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

I nodded, feeling the weight of the past lift. “Thanks to you, I’ve learned that life is a blend of flavors—some sweet, some bitter—but all worth tasting.”

With a new recipe in hand and a heart full of hope, I knew I had not only found a passion but also a mentor and a friend. The Berklee

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Great experience. It's difficult to find a consistent Ramen, flavor, quantity and succulence of ingredients. Everything perfect.

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Decent food for a quick lunch.

Atmosphere: 3

Food: 4

Service: 3

Servers judge you for your preferences and talk behind your back. They force you to tip a certain amount. Terrible and will not come back ever again.

Atmosphere: 1

Food: 1

Service: 1