Problem: What would be an example of an negative review?

Answer: There was a poutine a la foie gras and other meat products. Being a vegetarian, I can only review the beverages. The water but a bit overpriced, I would just to a fountain instead .... The water is the only thing I would want when I am on Mount Royal. The camion au pied de Cochon should take into consideration that it is mostly health conscious people that hang out at the mountain. Mount Royal 3$ for water versus Central Park 1 $ ,water me think not I will come again

Problem: What would be an example of an positive review?

Answer: All my life I wanted to be able to wear long, dangly earrings. Seeing as how I spent most of that life as a boy, however, I wasn't ready to realize this dream until, like, yesterday, when I came into Halo to get my lobes done. Admittedly, this wasn't my first trip to Halo. I came here a couple days earlier with Misty S so she could get her ears stretched. I was supposed to get mine pierced that day too, but I froze up once I realized that I wasn't just going to be able to "flash my ID" to them and let that be that. They hold onto your ID until after you get the piercing done, which in the back of my paranoid and irrational mind meant that it gave them plenty of time to decide they want to "reserve their right to refuse service". Yes, I know I'm silly. And as long as The Man keeps using his bureaucracy and red tape to keep me down, the silliness shall continue non-stop. So don't judge me. /self-pitying rant I sulked for a couple days, pondering. Eventually I came to the realization that it was either this or Claire's, and I was not allowed to let this simple procedure that I had romanticized into a sort of rite of passage be performed by an unqualified teenage girl with a piercing gun. So I inevitably returned with Misty S, who had by this time decided she wanted to get her brow done. I know, how romantic, right? Now that I wasn't trying to ignore the screaming voice inside my head, I noticed that I quite dig the feel of Halo. The staff is uber-friendly in a "gabba gabba one of us one of us" kind of way and if you think that's a Ramones reference I will throw my fucking shoe at you. I found it really remarkable that the guy behind the counter, who had no visible piercings to the naked eye, knew so much about piercing himself. He was actually able to talk Misty S out of something (she wanted a ring for her brow, but he presented a convincing argument as to why a barbell would be safer and easier to handle to start out with). Fuck. Even I can't talk her out of anything. Retrospectively, it might help if I actually stick with my "spitefully holding out on sex" act, but I can never keep it up for long. I know. I know. Our piercer was Ana, who we both absolutely fell in love with. Tall, tattooed (supposedly everywhere but her face and feet) and foul-mouthed, she had that perfect mixture of intimidating dominatrix and down-to-earth gal pal that really put us at ease over this whole "getting metal shoved through our faces while the other watched" bit, which I hate to admit was kind've erotic in its own way. Ana, while making small talk, went into a rant about how piercing externalizes something that we feel on the inside, and that we can't allow ourselves to be limited by what the world sees us as, and after I had a good laugh much to her confusion, I confessed that I knew EXACTLY what she was talking about. Ana took my revelation quite well, though I would've liked a little incredulousness. Nobody's ever surprised anymore. Apparently she has some trans clientele herself and offered to do my "how's your father?" once I, you know, get one. So now when my surgeon asks me if I have any questions I can go "so yeah, I'm thinking of getting a piercing...how long should I wait..." Laying down in the chair, surrounded by pictures of scantily clad women in corsets with a tall tattooed Amazon in a medical mask hovering over me while my partner watched, I couldn't remember if I was getting a piercing or if I had just been cast in a medical fetish movie. And then she said "take a deep breath" before harpooning my left ear lobe. I winced a lilttle, I'll admit. See Also: Big fucking crybaby. Afterwards she did my right lobe, I cried a little more, and I got off the chair so Misty could hug me and tell me how brave I was. See Also: Lies. We both gave Ana a big hug and promised to come back (with chocolate, since apparently they keep pouring hard candies into her 'candy dish' and she can't fucking stand them) and went out to look for her car, which had a big sticker that said "Jesus Had A Guiche", just as she claimed it did. I wish I was wearing lipstick so I could've left an imprint on her door. But I'm glad I didn't. I would not be surprised if Ana would just kick my ass the next time I visited. Misty and I sat in the truck for a few minutes, looking at our fancy new piercings and drinking the Monsters that the guy at the counter had just given us for free without any real explanation. Fuck, some places won't even let you split a check, and these guys just throw free shit they've got lying around at you. That's class. It really, in the end, wasn't that painful. We just pretended it did so we had an excuse to walk over to Red Hot Robot and begin what I predict will become a crippling obsession with vinyl toys.

Problem: What would be an example of an negative review?

Answer:
Took my puppy here after seeing the great reviews. Unfortunately the dog groomer Bo, had cut my dogs eye then argued with saying that I brought my dog in this way. I now have to put three different types of medicated drops in my dogs eyes because of a mistake he made. We have yet to hear from the owner abut the situation.