Problem: What would be an example of an positive review?

Answer: Finally, I can stop thinking about moving to another city because we now have a genuinely good Japanese ramen in town! I had the tonkotsu ramen and added 2 pieces of char-siu pork. I'll keep this succinct: The broth: savoury and slurp-worthy, but perhaps a bit too salty so I was unable to finish it. The noodles: perfectly al dente! The toppings: the marinated half-boiled egg tasted like paradise (wish they'd given me the other half though), the pork was tasty but not nearly as melt-in-your-mouth as it should be. Overall, I was very satisfied, but there are a couple of things that stop me from giving them 5 stars. Number one, it took them half an hour to bring out our food. Number two, there was a clear lack of ventilation inside the restaurant, in a sense that I could see and smell smoke pervading the dining room. Don't let these two things stop you from trying them out though, especially since there's a lack of better ramen alternatives in Montreal.

Problem: What would be an example of an positive review?

Answer: I honestly do not want to write this review for fear that my new favorite restaurant would be over Inundated with so many new customers that the owner of the restaurant would have to cut back on the quality of the food and/or raise the prices to accommodate the new customers. But as I speed back to Rasta House I can't help but want to rave about their food. As a NYC'er with west indian roots in the PGH I all but lost hope for any quality ethnic food pertaining to Caribbean cuisine. Since I favor neighborhoods that were (and still are) low income, possibly high crime yet are on the cusp of gentrification, my girl and I went to the North Side to check out homes in the Mexican War Streets. When our hunger pangs became unbearable we looked up Hook Chicken & Fish for some comfort food that would give us congenital heart disease and an unbelievable mountain of guilt. But as we turned the corner, my girl saw the words "RASTA HOUSE" and immediately we were like "eh, its worth a try." We walked in to the small space and was immediately brought back to the small carib Brooklyn restaurants in Flatbush or Crown Heights with roots reggae blasting in the background and a cantankerous cook, shouting at his staff in patois. The restaurant had just two tables and a bench and every inch of the place was covered in a colorful mural detailing the Carib culture as if I was transported to a shack in Kingston, Jamaica. We ordered, from the hip skinny cashier with glasses, my girl the curried goat, me the jerk shrimp. We both opted for rice and peas and cabbage and each side of mac & cheese. After 15 minutes of conversation with the young lad behind the counter, the food came to us piping hot in styrofoam, we both took a bite of our respective meals and only three words came to my mind... HOLY SHIT. JACKPOT! This food was great, and it was fresh, every ingredient popped with flavor in your mouth. The jerk sauce was spicy how i like it and my girl raved about the tenderness of the usually tough goat meat and savory curry sauce. We both cleaned our plates with ease and were satisfied by food that was served hot, fresh and made with attitude. Just like home. We've been back two times within a span of one week and I hope to Jah Rastafari that they don't change a damn thing!

Problem: What would be an example of an negative review?

Answer:
Disgusting. fries bad....ugh. my whole party didn't seem too enthused about this place. and it's location sucks -- right smack dab in the middle of a PACKED food court inside the gigantic maze which is the Venetian. we had such high expectations after seeing this franchise on Undercover Boss. what a disappointment. disgusting.