input: Write a positive yelp review.
output: By far, the best frozen yogurt! Always has a good variety of sweet and fruity flavors. The toppings are always fresh. The biodegradable orange spoons are fun too!
input: Write a positive yelp review.
output: DETAILED REVIEW: We had a decent room. It was whatever. Nothing spectacular. Big-back TV, wardrobe instead of closets, 1990s style bathrooms. Whatever right? Our room was near the elevators - view of the pool, the Monte Carlo and all of Las Vegas city. Non smoking room, only faintly smelled of cig smoke. A/C worked too good. We were freezing at night but turning it off would have killed us. It was 104 F at midnight! I know it was the middle of July but when the sun goes down and there's no reprieve of the heat - you're doomed. The mirrors in the bathroom were not cleaned. The steam from my shower revealed a message to a partygirl long gone. "Lisa, meet us at Piano. Dress slutty." Our maid Rosalina came in knocking on Sunday at 830. WTF? She goes, "You're still here? Oh! When are you leaving?" I'm like, "Lady, get out of my room... I'm not wearing any pants!" It was pitch black in our room, that should've been the first indicator that we were still sleeping. Rosalina apologized and backed out of the room. I left her a tip worthy of that stunt. I didn't realize my room came with free drinks. The coupons are located in the envelope your room keys come in. They're good until the end of the year. Wi-Fi was good. No problems with that. There's a tax on the resort fee... one for each day you stay there. I would've appreciated a newspaper at my door but oh well, it ain't the Hilton. We didn't use the pool - that's next time.
input: Write a negative yelp review.
output:
When the increasingly creepy chef-owner Jeff Smedstad lost his half of the restaurant in a divorce, we had hopes that this place might actually serve normal food. Jeff's penchant had been to offer cutesy specials which were all presentation and no substance and sneer at anyone who dared to order from the menu. Sad to say, things have gone from worse to "worser". Mystery meat abounds. Strips of chicken skin fill the rolled-up items. It as if this is a convenient way to get rid of the garbage rather than having it hauled off. The food ranged from barely acceptable to disgusting. It's a tiny place in the Pep Boys parking lot, housed in what used to be a veterinary clinic (no joke). So perhaps that's why the cuisine is reminiscent of something made out of the day's losers at Turf paradise. Margaritas taste like antifreeze unless you order the super premiums which won't leave any money left for ordering food and that may be a good choice. Portions are small and overpriced but if you get there before the Pep Boys garage closes you can dine to the sound of air wrenches and tire machines. Ah, so romantic. A true godawful experience.