Problem: Write a positive (OPTIONS:
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A: All my friends said - one place you must visit in Vegas is Tryst. So I set out to enquire with my concierge and so glad I did because she helped put us on a ladies' guest list and we didn't spend 2 hours standing in line! It was definitely a little disorganized and one of my friends quite had to hustle her way in despite us being on some 'list.' But hey, when we got it, the only one star I'll refrain from rewarding is for how many people they packed in here. The drinks/bar were decently accessible, because of it being open-air, ventilation was decent, music was awesome, waterfall was fun! Plenty of seating space (yeah, for bottle service, but still). What I especially fell in love with was the front chambers of the lounge before entering the club! Plush velvet, odd-shaped mirrors, amazing sound system - the best part of the night was lounging and enjoying the music without having to get pushed around.
Q: positive

A: We sat at the bar and the bartender was really attentive! We ordered the Lollipop Passion Goblet! The drink was amazing and so cool! For $36, it was worth the experience. The ice is dry ice, so once the bartender poured the drink over the dry ice, it created the fog effect. The drink tastes like a Midori Sour; it also comes with lollipops and a candy necklace. We also ordered some fries and fried mac n cheese! The fries were mediocre but the fried mac n cheese was really good! I'll be back to try more goblets and entrees!
Problem: What would be an example of an negative (OPTIONS:
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Answer: CONTEXT: Recently graduated college dudes stop by Cabo Wabo at the tail end of a weekend, because it has the unbeatable combination of queso and 97 televisions. THE REVIEW: Jesus Herbert Christ. We went into this not caring that it had a 2ish star review, and expecting it to be standard sub-par Tex Mex. What we got were plates of butt vomit, mildly unique from each other, served in convenient thirty minute intervals. I guess I should mention positive aspects of the experience first. The hostess was very, very attractive, as were many of the kind, smart, and important ladyfolk on the waitstaff. We must have been assigned the one legacy bid, but that wasn't much of a big deal (side note - there were about 150 waitresses, all coming from upstairs or the kitchen, at all times. There were twenty patrons. Who are you serving? What the hell is upstairs!? Irrelevant. I apologize). When ordering, the waitress let us know that salsa came with the queso, and it would be a waste of money to order the chips and salsa. That's groovy, in my book. She did that once or twice again when we were ordering our meals, and probably saved us about ten dollars by letting us know random things our hangovers weren't allowing us to pick up on by ourselves. Lastly, there was a TV in every corner, and they were all on the Sunday night NFL game. No nonsense from ESPN8: The Ocho or garbage political newsfeeds. Bueno. The one reason we stopped here, above all others, was cheese dip. It is a staple of our recovery rubric. It is a communion cracker of sorts, after a bingy, gambly wreck of a weekend in Las Vegas. The queso at Cabo Wabo was of decent consistency, with pico de gallo sprinkled on top. It never filmed, it wasn't powdered-cheese-turn-queso. It was physically acceptable. It tasted, however, like government cheese with a hint of dirt or motor oil from the ungloved hand that had handled it prior to putting it into a bowl and melting it. Did we eat it? Shit yes. Should we have? I don't know, but it still feels like the demon sauce is painted onto my esophagus. It came with thick chips that probably would have been tasty, had they been heated or lightly salted before arriving. The salsa is a thick roasted pepper (chipotle?) salsa that was on the edible side of questionable. I had been craving fajitas all weekend, mostly because my phone auto-corrected a slur I had written in a text to the word "fajitas" on the night of our arrival. Karma for my ignorant textual intention greeted me fist-to-face when I received my hamburger steak fajitas, which arrived with a fajita sizzlesmell that literally caused people at the table to cough. If your lungs bark at the smell of a food, you're probably experiencing the triggering of some sort of evolutionary warning system. I ignored it. My meatloaf fajita was served very well done, over a bed of 90% onions and 10% red peppers. The fajita complements were all satisfactory, and by the end of the meal, I was making soft tacos with just the guac, sour cream, refried beans, and shredded cheese. My friends ordered the jalapeno chicken burrito thing, the fish tacos, and the kids' menu chicken fingers. No one liked their food, save for the manchild who ordered from the kids' menu. I think the chicken fingers would have been difficult to sabotage, though, given the effort in doing so to the other dishes. Of note - four chicken strips were twelve dollars. The fish tacos were particularly no good. It seemed like someone had forgotten to deep fry them, or had intentionally *shrug* *middle finger to no one in particular* *microwave*'d them. Our bill came out to about 25 dollars a person. That may be an inaccurate number, though, because I don't know if it garnered interest while we waited for our waitress to pop out of her coma and acknowledge us. The booth at which we were seated was a backseat pulled from a 1983 Ford Tempo, and our cups of pond water may have had mosquitoes camping out on them. I can't recall. Notwithstanding our miserable experience, the $4.00 plastic cup of Coke I ordered was delicious... OH! Afterthought! We were denied outdoor seating, despite the 8-10 empty tables we noticed on the patio. It was probably for the best, as the daystar would have ruined us worse than Cabo Wabo did on its own. I wish I had more hands, so I could give Sammy's place four thumbs down. As a connoisseur of substandard Mexican food, I implore you to avoid this place. The Megan Fox lookalikes out front are Sirens, I promise.
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Output: Been there with my lady for a late dinner It was a bad service , waited a long time For finally had some mistakes in the order The food was flat, and the music too loud Gotta avoid keep avoid This place
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output: Location- easy to find and plenty of parking Ambiance- casual with picnic looking tables. Its bbq it works. Service- good. Friendly. Walk to the counter order and then pick up food at counter when ready. Food- it tasted ok, but then got sick. This establishment is now closed as of a few months. (Catching up on reviews.)
Problem: What would be an example of an negative (OPTIONS:
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Answer:
I have no idea why people like this place so much. I was at the Encore casino gambling and decided to take a walk by the pool. I asked how much it was and they told me 60 dollars. Give me a break. Sixty dollars to go into a casinos pool and pay alcohol thats been marked up x 10 or more. Whats worse is that its not even topless like the rio's voo pool or bare or venus pool. The really bad part of my experience happened when I decided to skip the pool and gamble some more. The stupid security told me I couldnt go back in the casino. I couldnt believe it. I was being prohibited from going back into gamble. I guess some moron thought it was a great idea to prevent the pool party people from going in the casino. I'm sure all the gamblers inside would hate to see attractive girls walking around in bikinis. What a stupid idea that is. So after some complaining to another security guard they let me into the casino.So keep in mind that once you're at the pool there are no ins and otus and they wont let you into the casino. The crazy thing is I wasnt even part of the pool party. Ughh what a stupid place.