What is the sentiment of the following review?
Restaurant Week 3-course Prix Fix BYOB Dinner mostly an Afterthought of POOR quality and execution. Stars were a +pork belly with sweet potato puree +local mascarpone cheese (served with a burned-black samosa) +Reidel glassware for our selections, brought from home reserves. [We were not offered the normal prix fix or a la carte menus, only the Restaurant Week menu.] UNDERSTAFFED --No host stand was a bit awkward for me and guests. Eventually, staring diners shooed us to the huge neighboring wine store to wait. Just uncomfortable. Did we go through the wrong door? !! You've GOT to acknowledge your arrivals within 15 seconds! --Two servers (possibly also managers/owners?) for the entire dining room (8 tables?) knew their menu and ingredients, but the stuff of service was left behind --$10 corkage (BYOB) means cork removal and first pour only. practice your sommelier wine bottle posture and pouring technique because YOU WILL HAVE TO POUR GLASS REFILLS YOURSELF. IT'S ALL ABOUT THE FOOD?... I can overlook almost any bad service if the food is fantastic, but... --Lamb Samosa was BURNED, black and rock-hard on the bottom. Don't serve it, you lazy assholes! --fried egg was over-hard, crispy, and brown, not "runny and like-a-dressing" as described by our server. _EPIC_ FAIL! if you can't fry an egg, you should GET OUT OF THE FUCKING KITCHEN and bus tables where you belong. if you can't catch your cook's mistake at what is supposed to be one of the valley's finest eateries deserving of five stars, YOU SHOULD BE EXPEDITING SHIT from a Village Inn toilet to its sewer. --rib eye not trimmed, HUGE chunks of fat. if that's "marbling" then my cousin's 400-pound cottage cheese legs are STILTON. --rib eye ordered mid-well (my guest; of course, i would never order meat mid-well) arrived mid-rare. THEN the server argued about it. WWHHAATT??!! FUCK YOU. That is not "grey with a line of pink" IT'S FUCKING BLOODY PINK. --rib eye arrived an oily pile of uncut sauteed green onions and more. CUT THEM you lazy bastards. [see the pic for detail] I went to Atlas Bistro after a year of prodding and reminders by others. I chose it for a reunion dinner that comes only every few years (the last one was celebrated at Kai). We were sorely disappointed. Note to self: when it matters, _always_ try a place first, no matter the recommendations or yelper reviews.
negative