Problem: Write a negative yelp review.
A: I did salty sow on a Wednesday night. Good parking and nice dining room and bar. Decent tap beer list for a modern gastropub. It was nice to see the local Sun Up brew at a restaurant here in town. I ordered a $12 cheeseburger and asked them to hold the mustard. Of course it arrived covered in mustard. How can you taste anything when it is overpowered by mustard? I returned the cheeseburger and waited for the replacement. The manager was kind enough to bring me a couple deviled eggs while I waited. I tried one but all I could taste was lemon juice. When the replacement burger arrived, It was immediately evident that the cooks had gotten revenge. The patties were burnt beyond any recognition. I had never got to have a burger and the waitress had the Gaul to charge me for it. I won't go back. There are too many places that make good food and care.

Problem: Write a negative yelp review.
A: During my last trip to Montreal (October 2007), I stayed at this hotel located to downtown Montreal's cultural core. Unlike other hotels in the area, the La Tour Centre Ville hotel is definitely a good value for your budget, however, it really is outdated when it comes to many modern day services found in hotels found elsewhere in the area. First of all, it's definitely a hike to Montreal's Village and nightclub area (Rue St. Catherine Est). Second, the hotel seems to have last been remodeled when Rene Levesque was Premier, which truly is sad seeing that Montreal is a first class tourist destination. The hotel has an eerie empty ambiance most of the time I was there, although hotel staff were very helpful and good. If distance to the area's hotspots, price, and decor is not a problem for you, then you found the right spot. Otherwise, I rather stay at the Hilton or the Gouverneur Hotel.

Problem: Write a negative yelp review.
A:
J and I wanted to take my grandparents out to dinner Saturday night, as a thanks for all they have done to help us with the wedding planning. I give J the task on figuring out where to go, and he suggests Logan's or Cracker Barrel. I think, OOH there's a Famous Dave's there and Papa LOVES bbq. So, I throw that idea out there as well. But since the g-rents also like "southern home cookin", we went to Cracker Barrel. We arrive to find no host at the station and end up standing around for about 5 minutes with no one in sight. Finally, what looks like a manager, comes by and says....Someone will be with you shortly. Wow, really? Finally, the host arrives to his station, and we are escorted to a table. We wait for our server to come by the table. 10 minutes or so and still no server. Finally another server stops and asks us if we've been helped. J replies firmly, "No, we have not!" The server asks us for our drink order and comes back a few minutes later with our beverages. He says that "our server" was complaining about another table, or was complaining about another table complaining, so he was going to take our table. Okay, cool cause we're hungry. J orders the Meatloaf. I get the Chicken Fried Chicken with the gravy on the side. Grams orders the Grilled Chicken Tenders Dinner. And Papa orders the BBQ sandwich. We distract ourselves for the moment with that puzzle game while we wait for our biscuits and cornbread, which finally arrived with our meal. Grams dinner - She said everything tasted fine. Papa's dinner - His bbq sandwich was according to him (he does NOT hold back when it comes to his opinions, especially food) dry, stringy, tough, and under seasoned. I asked our server for a side of bbq sauce so he could eat. My dinner - The only thing decent was the Okra and the Apples. The Mac and Cheese had what looked like black plastic in it. After I got done picking it out and putting it on the side of my plate, it looked to be about 1/3 c of the black crap. I told J, "What the hell is this!?" J's dinner - The meatloaf was bone dry. The mashed potatoes and gravy were cold. Literally, the gravy was congealed. J was fed up, and he got up to seek out a manager. The manager came back and was combative with him. He said, the black stuff was cheese. REALLY?! Since when is cheese the consistency of melted plastic and black in color?! He offered to have our meals replaced. A few minutes later, our dinners come out. J says that it looks much better. I pick through the Mac and Cheese and find no black crap. Alright!! Let's chow! Not even 30seconds later, J's sitting there staring at his mashed potato loaded fork in front of his face. I look over and immediately start laughing. Its a HAIR! You've got to be kidding! The server comes by a few seconds later and says, "How's everything..." and stops mid sentence. He sees J staring at something on the fork. "Oh no, that's not good" our server says. He goes off to get the manager. I cant stop laughing. I cut into my chicken, and without looking take a bite. Hmmm, something was off. I look down and yeah, that's not chicken fried chicken. Its chicken fried steak, which I LOATHE. I just think tenderized meat tastes like its already been chewed. The manager comes by and apologizes for everything and says our dinner's are free (including my grandparents). You're Dayumn'ed right they better be free!! We do leave our server a tip, since the quality of our dinner was not in anyway his fault. Papa, without missing a beat says, "Well Lorraine, you want to come back and try breakfast here tomorrow?" Grams says, "Yeah, I don't think so." In a nutshell, we shoulda gone to Famous Daves.