Sentiment analysis: I stopped into the Horse and Hound to wet my whistle one night before I saw a show at the Clubhouse next door. I looked around and I thought that the decor was alright, it was a little tacky but I like to have my bars a little on the tacky side. Keeps shit edgy. I saw that they had shuffleboard there and virtual bowling. Everything looked quite promising. I started off with a vodka and Red Bull. The drink was watery, but I didn't mind too much because I seem to remember it was pretty inexpensive. I played me some virtual bowling and discovered that the trick to do well is to put the least amount of effort into the game as possible. Once you start caring is when you start fucking up. All night, I was determined to have a good time, dammit. I don't like not liking places. I can overlook shit. Bathroom smells funny? That's okay. Vomit on the light switch? Kind'a gross, but okay. But the bartending staff was so rude to me that it was ridiculous. It felt to me as though I was not welcome there. My friends and I asked this one middle-aged lady bartender where the discs to play shuffleboard were and she said, "Well, did ya look over there?" I don't mean like, "Oh, did you look over there?" I mean, balls out, nasty, "Did ya look over there?" with the same offended gestures you might expect from someone if you'd just asked them if they bleach their butthole. In truth, no, no we didn't look over there; we decided to ask first due to our geographic location being situated closest to the bar at the time. Big goddamn deal, just answer the question. I was gonna get a drink but realized that I was standing under a sign that read: "Do not stand here! Your order will NOT be taken!" How inviting. Once my drink was finished I asked the bartender if I could have another drink. I tapped my glass and asked if I could have "another one of these," to which she replied, "What's another one'a these?" with the shittiest tone of voice you can muster and her head indignantly shaking at me like I just spit in her face. Every bar I've ever been to, my bartender knows what drink I had last. If they don't know, they ask me and they're nice about it. Bartenders are supposed to be nice, for God's sake. I was also pretty high as I had only moments before smoked a ton of pot and that was a major buzzkill for me. Nothing un-highs me like someone being completely unreasonable. If I would take more than two seconds to order, I would get an audible, raspy sigh. "Hi, could I get... hmmm..." *gaaaawwwwwwww!!* Perhaps it's better on different night. I don't know. I'm not real anxious about coming back. Instead of being shitty, treat me like a human being. I'm like the easiest customer you can get, so to be shitty is really lame. I've never given back a burger, never complained about a drink and kept my lips zipped that time I found a dead rat in my fries.
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negative

Sentiment analysis: So a good friend of mine and I decided to eat somewhere different this time, and ended up eating at this place. Well showing up here was DEFINITELY a mistake! First off, the waitress didn't know ANY answers to our questions about the food. I mean come on, REALLY!? How are you going to sell your food if you don't crap about it?! Second, the service sucked from that waitress, she never checked up on us. I mean if this is a cafe, I expect at LEAST some type of friendly service. Third, the food was HORRIBLE. We didn't even want to pay the bill. Plus we BARELY touched our food. The crispy chicken was too salty, and the milk tea lacked flavor. We basically payed $8 for only eating the rice and eggs. WASTE OF MONEY AND TIME! I would've rather spent my money on a $5.00 expensive milk tea at tea station due to its HIGH QUALITY. Never spending another dime on this place ever again.
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negative

Sentiment analysis: My sister, two nephews, and I went here on a recommendation of a high schoo friend. I wasn't disappointed. My friend was there to show us how to order. It's a little complicated the first time, but not an insurmountable task. - The teriyaki chicken was nummers. - Jerk Fried Rice and the Jerk quesadilla - Mucho good-o. They used authentic jerk seasoning too, which was nice. - Black beans - Excelente. Not as good as mine, but very good! - The insufferable, bratty kid who was climbing all over the place, turning lights on and off, ignored by is inconsiderate and rude mother - Sucked. I wanted to get up, lead him by the ear to mommy, deposit him in a chair, and give her the frowning of a lifetime ;-) Very good. This place should open up a franchise in Austin. It would be a great fit!
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positive