Detailed Instructions: In this task, you are given Yelp reviews. The task is to classify a review as "POSITIVE" if the overall sentiment of the review is positive or as "NEGATIVE" if the overall sentiment of the review is negative.
Problem:If this is ITALIAN, the Olive Garden needs to cater my wedding...BadaBing! Food is supposed to be an art...not a tourist trap.

I have many horror stories to share while dining in Las Vegas primarily because the idea of Vegas being a place to get a great meal for a reasonable price kind of died when the Mafia left and the Donald Trump took over. Ask yourself why these casinos keep losing money. If you ever want to know Old Las Vegas - read Fools Die by Mario Puzo (Godfather author). Or watch Crime Story with Dennis Farina. Wow. To imagine that men used to wear suits and not mesh t-shirts to gamble in.

So my friends decided to eat here and I was so happy from the 3 martinis that I just downed that I failed to notice...I was about to eat in a restaurant that claimed to be Italian in the middle of Las Vegas. Both Italian and Japanese foods are the kinds of thing that you can make ""look good"" but the taste is another story.

Anyway, we were greeted by the most interesting waiter I have ever had.

He was clearly not Italian and yet felt the need to continue to imitate an Italian accent and butcher Italian words. It was like watching the Sopranos with these moron actors who behave like a stereotype of a stereotype of Frankie Five Angels. BadaBing. Eh, woulda you lika some parmigano? (he asks) Woulda you lika to knowa the specials? Woulda you lika to meeta me later for a nighta cap? More pepe, say when...Really. Do tell.

So Momo boy tries to convince us all to order some beef dish that is supposed to be like osso buco. If that's the selling feature, you might just want to cut to the chase and give us Osso Buco instead.

Ok. He goes on and on and on about how f-ing mama mia bellisima straciatella columbia vafancullo this bloody dish is. So as I am kind of drunk and my friend is too nice to say no, we order it... on the condition that if we don't like it - BadaBing - Donatello will get us another plate of anything we want and EAT the Bella Bella dish ...HIMSELF!!! This was the offer that we could not refuse...

Anyway, it arrives and sucks a big ball of boconcini. My buddy doesn't like it one bit but he comes from the ""shut the f-up and be polite"" school. I don't. Or as our waiter would say...""I dosn't"".

I tell Senor Linguini that I don't like it and I want the Filet Mignon instead. Well, let me tell you, he was not a happy fake-Italian Mama-Mia camper after this.

About 45-50 minutes later, once everyone was done and ready to leave - my steak arrives. Hmmmmmm. Was it good? Um. Ok. But all the food here that the 4 of us ate was generally craptastic. But the big issue was our waiter - Frederico Flintstoni - who seemed to think that he was amusing throwing out this condescending attitude and looking at us like we knew nothing of Italy.

Shockingly, I happen to know that Michelangelo was not a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle contrary to popular belief because I Iived in this country he slandered with his ridiculous personality.

Next time, he should just get a monkey and a music box and be done with it. Oh yah, and expensive as a golden cannoli! Stay the bada bing away or you will want to sleep with the fishes, I guaranteez it...

I feel like I should end with a Godather quote...""I know that it was you Fake Italian Waiter...You broke my heart...you broke my heart...""
Solution:
NEGATIVE