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.
Q: Oh my god. Are you serious? This is a restaurant?

I got so sick here, I felt like I was on my death bed.

Let me detail what happened here.

Firstly, try and call to get through to them, to make a reservation. Good luck! I think, out of a total of ten times calling them, I was lucky to get through once.

AND, THEN, these high faleuentant assholes want to hold a credit card for the reservation. If you don't show, that's right! $50 a pop! Lord only knows how much money they would hold in the account area, before it clears.

Their dry ass corn bread biscuits fall apart in your hand, from their overdone bread presentation. Why in the hell is raisin bread served at a tex/mex style place? And, it wasn't that good anyway.

From their limited menu (What? Does Bobby Flay have a limited imagination?), we weren't all that hungry, so my other half - Ralph - and I decided to order the lamb. It came as two chops. He likes his done one way, and me another.

Now, the waitress was very nice, and tried to accommodate us.

So, she asked the chef. That stupid idiot refused to cook what his PAYING CUSTOMERS wanted. ARE YOU SERIOUS??!! I have NEVER, EVER gotten that from ANY restaurant! iN THIS ECONOMY??!!!

The issue was with one chop being cooked well done. She had both of them done medium well, and then sent the other back to be done to my liking.

The potatoes were goopy, and tasted like they were made from a mix worse than Jiffy.

My prickly pear virgin drink tasted like the sourest of lemons. Why did I have to add four packs of raw sugar?

The collard greens were overly spicy, as this isn't the traditional recipe. Actually, nothing about this restaurant is traditional. Had it had an ounce of French tradition, it would have been far better.

That same night, I came down with food poisoning, and was sick for the next two days.

We immediately called the restaurant, and complained. Now, any other establishment worth it's salt wouldn't have blinked twice, and would've given our money back immediately. Did idiot Flay?

NO!

We got referred to their chicken shit security team, who has to take a report, and him haw for over a week (while I am dying).

WE STILL DON'T HAVE A RESOLUTION FROM THEM!

DON'T EAT HERE!
A:
NEGATIVE