Sentiment analysis: Ummm...no thanks. Unless you are 20, prob don't want to hang here. Typical college bar, but not fun. As a happily married 30-something, wow did I feel out of place. Like I might get arrested just for being there, under some sort of age-mandated "Creeper" law. Cheap drinks just can't save this place.
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negative

Sentiment analysis: This place is the ultimate place to chill out with friends on a couch.. or love sack, smoke hookah and enjoy a drink while listening to bitchin' tunes. (both live and a DJ)
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positive

Sentiment analysis: This place has gone downhill so badly that they have fallen off the cliff! Husband and I went on a Saturday, the day after Valentines Day. They weren't swamped......but they weren't dead, either. Strike #1 hubby asked about beers on tap, was told that they "are under new management, and ........uh..........the manager is making changes, so we won't have beer on tap." Hmmmmm......okay. We ordered the still-running Valentines Special, which started with the hummus trio. Strike #2 I don't know what that slop was, but it wasn't hummus. None of the trio even vaguely resembled hummus. It did, however, resemble poi. Too bad we weren't in Hawaii. Salads arrive. I have always loved a good Greek Salad. They're hard to screw up---greens, onions, olives,tomatoes, cukes, lemon juice and EVOO. Strike#3 CREAMY salad dressing?? What the --??? This tastes like Ranch Dressing with some feta cheese! Dinner arrives. The chicken and beef skewers were good. The pork was so-so. The gyros meet was good. The vegetables were overcooked mush suitable for toddlers or people with no teeth. The potatoes were so over-flavored with lemon (and I love lemon) that they made me want to pucker up. Then our included baklava came. I should maybe disclose the fact that my grandmother was Lebanese, and I learned to make baklava when I was less than 10 years old. I have made and enjoyed all different kinds, flavors, methods, and ethnicities of baklava--some great.....some not so much. They should be embarrassed to try and pass that off as baklava. Yia-yias all around the world are turning in their graves as I write this. My own grandmother probably cursed me even eating this. THIS WAS NOT baklava! They slapped some layers of phyllo dough on a sheet, didn't butter between them, dumped some sludge of honey and chopped walnuts on there, and topped it with more unbuttered phyllo. It was an awful mess. Then, the most absurd part: they served it on a bed of whipped cream, drizzled with honey. My grandmother will be haunting me in the weeks to come, I am sure. It's really a shame. My Big Fat Greek is the place that brought Greek food to the Valley, and made it mainstream. They have lost sight of their vision, and are trying be like every other mediocre chain restaurant. We won't ever go again
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negative