You are given a review about a place. You need to provide a rating from "1 star" to "5 stars" for this place.

Example Input: Well we wont be back again. This place could be so cool but I don't really care for the menu and we have been unhappy with the food the last two times we have been and this last waitress sealed the deal for me. The waitress we had this time seem to be in la la land. She forgot about comin back to take our dinner order after we ordered wings, she couldn't seem to finish her sentences, and really didn't seem to give a shit about us and she only had one other table. The chicken sandwich is not the same as the one I had the first time. This was a chicken breast with the fat still on it, totally untrimmed. Chicken fat in your mouth is the most disgusting thing ever. Also the bread was hard and it was not cause it was toasted to much it had dried out from sitting out un covered. Hard as a rock! They tried to tell me it was toasted but, lol, there was no color at all, meaning not toasted, not dark, I hate being bull shitted, people make mistakes so just admit it don't bull shit me ass hole. I sent it back and did not get anything else. If these cooks here cant prep a chicken breast then who knows what else there doin back there, this is basics. My girlfriend got the grilled cheese and mac n cheese. Again bread not toasted, totally white and cheese not really melted. Um do these people know what a grilled cheese even is. Unreal. The bread was to thick for the amount of cheese. Imagine two pieces of texas thick sliced bread and one slice of cheese, lol this place is a joke. The mac and cheese is watery and no flavor. See ya Garage. If you cant make a grilled cheese, mac n cheese ,or a chicken sandwich that's even acceptable then forget it. I guess if you have a burger and wings here you may be happy that's it.
Example Output: 1 star

Example Input: O'Shea's has been cemented in my mind for three things:

1) One of my best friends from high school, Julie's, family used to say, every time we talked about it, and in an Irish accent, "We're going to go to O'Shea's and kiss the Blarney Sofa!" I think I once got an explanation, but then I promptly forgot it.

2) Another time, also in high school, Julie, our Third Muskateer Brandy, and I went to O'Shea's and took brooding black and white photos on Halloween, trying to catch an image of Houdini. (Houdini raising seances are conducted there every Halloween.) Our photos proved fruitless, but fun was had.

3) I was underage. They served me booze. I've never had a fake ID, nor did I ever look 21 when I was 18.

Now, the latter, at the time, scored points with me. In my old, curmudgeonly age I take umbrage to a place that serves minors. The Strip is obnoxious enough without 18 year old drunks running up and down it. It smells bad, the food court isn't fit for a 5 AM liquor fueled munchfest (and we know how discerning those are), and you won't get any pictures of a semi-opaque Houdini. Also, if someone's best memories about something are from high school, and they were possibly listening to Chumbawumba at the time, they should be ignored.

Kiss the Blarney Sofa with caution.
Example Output: 2 stars

Example Input: Good atmosphere, nice place to go and chat with friends or simply ignore the world and be on your laptop. They have a variety of coffee and sandwiches. The Nutella coffee is a good option as long as you like your coffee in the sweet side!
Example Output:
3 stars