Sentiment analysis: I only wish this place was closer to me! Fast service. Like that this is a sport bar concept Wing Stop. One negative- have to pay for extra dips, like Ranch.
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positive

Sentiment analysis: Driving south on 3rd street at night is one thing. Driving down 3rd while you're trying to find The Roosevelt is another. Knowing sort-of where it was, I knew the appropriate time to slooooow down and glance left, glance right. Ah, there it was. No, there was no shimmering beacon, no flashy red "Open" or "Cool Peeps Only" signs to give itself away. There wasn't even lettering announcing I had found the place. None that I saw, I mean. So imagine my mental surprise when I drive past and my car immediately careens towards an open parking spot. "There it is," I exclaim to myself. I had no solid proof. No curb address confirming Google maps. I had only my hunch, and the fact that the face of my friend was standing outside waiting for me to arrive. It was about 9:15 when I hopped out of my car and walked up Roosevelt's sidewalk to the main entrance. I heard such great things about this place, I just had to see for myself. Once inside, I noticed the absence of lighting. That's ok. I like my bars and hang outs to be dark (and sometimes dingy). The Roosevelt isn't dingy, though, even though it's in an old house. Instead, it's inviting, warm and gives off the impression of being intimate - like you're among friends you've never shared a sentence with. Imagine that. So, at first, I'm stoked. Sure, the place is cramped and even shortly after 9 p.m., there are no seats. Bummer. But, people around me are chitchattering and carrying on - so their positive energy makes this place even more inviting to me. So, we decide to stay, park ourselves by bar. Just as my friend and I make up our minds on what to order, a waitress comes over to assist us. She's extremely helpful and I end up savoring their Hazelnut Brown on tap. Delightful. As time passes, more people - all who seem dressed up to dine at Phoenix's fanciest restaurant - walk in. Women in high heels. Men in dress shirts. And here I am in jeans and a thermal long-sleeve tee. My friend says, "I don't think we're cool enough for this place." "No worries," I reply, "We'll just bring this place down to our level." Conversation with my friend flows like the beer on tap. Yet, the noise level of others' conversations begins to play ping-pong with my ear drums. Then, there was the music. Mad Props to The Roosevelt for playing tunes I was in the mood to hear - like Cold War Kids and Kings of Leon. Both bands, since seeing them live, bring me warm fuzzies. Top that off with a fantastic brew and conversation, and I'm set for the night. Except... There are no open seats for the night. So, after standing for an hour, you either decide to drink until you can't feel your legs, or you leave. We explored the rooms adjacent to the bar. So limited seating. I bet if you get there early with friends or a date, you'd stay all night. At least I would. I mean, there's nothing to walk away from -- but you have to get there early enough to snag your spot. And apparently on a normal Friday night, 9 p.m. isn't early enough. Plus, after some time, the cool "house party" feel begins to grate. You're elbow-to-elbow with people. So instead of this being a chill party, it becomes a disjointed social occasion. I began to feel out of place. It's almost like I wanted to turn to the people next to me and begin a conversation. The Roosevelt definitely gives off the vibe of, "Come. Hang. Be Cool." To me, part of chillin' is having conversations with interesting people. Not to distract from my friend's cool factor, but The Roosevelt is like abandoned foreplay. You get the good sensations, you want more, you wait for it... and then you're left wanting. Looking around, there's a wide selection of people - not the kind you'd find in Scottsdale or Tempe. I like that. These people at least appear more refined and appreciative of the growing buzz The Roosevelt offers. So, why only 4 stars? Does it deserve 5? Ask me again after the next time I go. For one thing's certain. When I go again, I'm making damn sure I get there early enough for a seat. Maybe if I go there regularly, I can "make friendly" with the neighborhood cop. At first notice, he's off putting - walking around the side of the house, standing outside at the front gate and watching you come and go. Uhm, yeah. Maybe some kindergarten philosophy will work. "Hi, I'm Alicia. Will you be my friend?"
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positive

Sentiment analysis: I was raised in the south and have been eating Chick-Fil-A since before I could talk. My favorite fast food place without a doubt!!!! Food quality is good, employees always seem to love their job and if you eat inside you get table side service! What's not to love? I have never had anything that wasn't good a CFA and they have some of the best milkshakes EVER!!! I highly recommend their summer special Banana Pudding filled with little bites of Nilla Wafers! Super friendly location that is kept clean and food is always fresh and the play area will keep my almost 2 year old and 8 1/2 year old content!! For fast food, it is truly "As good as it gets!" for fast food. There you go Chick-Fil-A, you can have my 5 stars!
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positive