Problem: What would be an example of an positive (OPTIONS:
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Answer: A great menu! Friendly service, classic Rock music that I grew up with, too many big screens to count followed by hugely portioned good food....yes it gets my "two thumbs up".

Problem: What would be an example of an negative (OPTIONS:
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Answer: If you are looking for a dueling piano bar this is NOT the place. It is 1 musician at a time singing a song. How is that considered dueling? There is no comedy in the show just basically someone singing an entire song. Will never come back.

Problem: What would be an example of an negative (OPTIONS:
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Answer:
Ugh. I get annoyed just thinking about my first and only dining experience here. It's going to take a lot for me to want to eat here again. Maybe I had set my expectations too high. Maybe I was too worried about having those expectations met the entire time I ate here. Maybe their menu selection really wasn't that great the day I went and their waitstaff really was that annoying. For now, I'm going with the latter. Croque madame. Gnocci. Mussels. Those were our menu options. A sandwich, some balls of dough and seafood in the middle of the desert. Why? How does that even make sense? The bread on the croque madam was overly buttery, a failed attempt at resembling anything remotely grilled or toasted. I have no idea what they were trying to achieve with that. The gnocci was very unmemorable. And the mussels were mediocre at best. One more thing: the fries. Let me talk about the fries for a second. Each entree, even mine which didn't include fries, came with a mountain of fries. Again, "Why??" No idea. Was the chef over zealous about giving out fries? Were they knowingly trying to supplement their subpar food with free French fries? Was it necessary to give us five pounds of this stuff? It was a. Lot. Of. Fries. On to the service. Our waiter was teetering very close to annoying. Lingering at our table, asking us what ethnicity we were, what our plans were for the night, where we were from. Dude, can a girl eat her food without having to entertain the waitstaff? Guess not. Of course all traces of doting attention evaporated when it came to paying the bill. The sun had set, it was very dark outside and we were trying to split the bill in the dark, amongst six people. Yikes. The combination of our clingy waiter's intrusive and at times, snide remarks and the poor menu selection have me more than convinced I do not need to eat here again. Next time Thomas Keller. Actually, maybe not.