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]: Sam is the first guy to call before you even book your flight!!!! Excellent service and very professional. Would highly recommend Vegas Atmosphere to anyone in charge of a ""guys"" weekend.
[A]: POSITIVE

[Q]: Sucked... I still have

Still dusty with waterspots
[A]: NEGATIVE

[Q]: I've eaten at the other location, and liked it. But I tried this place, and I have JUST NOW recovered physically enough from the worst food poisoning I've ever heard of to write this review.

We got the all you can eat for a late dinner. The sushi was fine, as far as I can remember. I ordered oysters, two of them came in a little plate. I slurped down the first one, and it tasted like a corpse soaked in brine. Since I shoot raw oysters, it was already in, and I figured, what are the odds the second one will taste like that too? MISTAKE. I told my dining companions, ""Wow these taste like they've been dead for a while..."" I forgot about it and moved on.

That night, my friend (who didn't have oysters) woke up around 1 or 2 am and puked. She said she was fine the next day. I was totally fine and figured her puny weakling stomach must've just not been able to handle the onslaught of all you can eat sushi. I went about my day like a naive, unsuspecting fool.

Wednesday, around 4:00 pm. In my office. The rumblings of gastric distress started to bubble. I had cooked my usual breakfast, and gotten a sandwich from my usual place. I thought maybe the sandwich wasn't sitting right. Within 20 minutes or so my vision started hazing, and my stomach started blowing up like that blueberry chick from willy wanka. I felt nauseous. Made it to my car and sped home, feeling sicker and sicker.

I bolted to my toilet and JUST made it in time as a violent torrent of vomit erupted from my face like a hurricane. Violent wretching for several mintues, and then I slumped into my bed, exhausted. However, there would be little sleep over the next 12 hours. Every 10 to 15 minutes I would have explosive, violent, searing diaherrea like a poop volcano.

It started to feel dangerous after a full day of this, so I got myself to a hospital. I was diagnosed with a deadly food bacteria present in dirty seafood and prescribed antibiotics. As I got in my car to drive home I projectile vommitted in my car. I had to call a friend to take me home and pick up my meds. I was unable to get out of bed for a full 6 days, except to crawl on hands and knees to destroy my toilet every half hour or so.

Needless to say I will never eat here again. I also can't see myself eating oysters ever again. Feeling thankful for modern medicine because this is the ish people die from.

NEVER FORGET. NEVER AGAIN.
[A]:
NEGATIVE