Text - really good food ... \njust gotta make sure u'r charged correctly , not that they overcharge but bill just appeared to b  confusing
Group - uniembryonate


Text - I'd heard some positive buzz, but was rather unimpressed. We hit Hanny's on a Friday night and it struck me as one of those places that try to do too much and end up not doing much very well. My salad was okay but nothing I'd make a special trip for, my friend who ordered the Shrimp Pancetta appetizer said it was yummy, but the third in our party had the Pork Calabrese sandwich and it was so greasy I my skin almost broke out just sitting next to it. The too-loud (and \""too cool\"") DJ and overpriced drinks didn't help the situation. It is a cool space and perhaps I just wanted too much, but I was simply disappointed.\n\nI would give it another try, but only if other people were going and it was an \""I'll meet up with you there\"" kind of thing. It definitely wouldn't be my pick. I hear the pizzas are a tasty option and I would give them a try if I find myself back there. Maybe they will win me over then.
Group - bacterin


Text - I don't know anything about cars, so I often go to the dealership for service because I feel that while they might rip me off, at least they are likely to do things correctly.  \n\nGuess again.  I took my car into the O'Brien Mazda service center here and they could not diagnose a rhythmic noise I heard while driving. I took the car in three times for this problem. I spent money on the diagnostic fee and then I spent money (labor) on \""bending something\"" that they said was rubbing against something else but they could not tell me what these things were. \n\nI admit I was suspicious at this point. You can't tell me what is rubbing?  They said, \""Well it is something in there rubbing against something else.\""  I think the invoice said something like \""adjustment.\""  This did nothing.  I also had my brakes done including rotors because they said this was due.\n\nThen I moved to another town and took my car into my new local Mazda dealership to see if they had any ideas about the mysterious rhythmic noise.  They took one look at the car and said, uh... your tires are worn.  Sure enough.  They also told me my brakes needed to be replaced because my last mechanic had used NON-STANDARD INFERIOR PARTS on the brake job, installed the brakes wrong, and the result was not safe (it was also very squeaky).\n\nSo they did my brakes wrong (putting my life at risk?) and they cannot diagnose worn tires.  Keep away from this place.
Group - bacterin


Text - This review is strictly on the Cathouse Nightclub-\nSo I have been to all the Tier 1 clubs, why in the world would I stop by the Cathouse out of no where on a Friday night when XS is so damn popping. Well deals like B1G1 are definitely music to my ears when XS requires a 3 bottle minimum to get anywhere decent. Since I knew my boy Darryll from waaaay back when, a true OG Army of Drinker member, he was able to hook it up with a table next to the dance floor. \n\nWe originally planned on going to XS on a Friday, since it is THE spot to be. However everyone was leaving on a Friday after work, so the possibilities of traffic could easily put a damper on our plans. XS being the hottest club accepts no excuses for tardiness. If you are a minute late, they will be more then happy to give your reservation away to the next person who is willing to buy an extra bottle! Not that I hate XS, its just the reality of things. \n\nSo after all said and done, we did not get out of our hotel room until 11pm ish.  We ran into issues like getting lost in the corridors of Ceasars Palace. Waiting on someone asking \""Does Ceasar actually live here?\"" at the receptionist and then holding up the line. Then roommates not wanting to tip the bellhop $5 and making everyone lug 50+lbs of luggage. Shit like that just puts you behind. Oh the ironing board broke too..so we had to find creative ways to get our shit straight. Either ways finally we got to Luxor at 11:30PM. My boy Darryll clinging tight like a warrior stuck it out and waited for me. We walked up, Ariel and Natalie were being super troopers waited it out for us for 2 + hours?? wtf.. Girls that wait on guys are freaking awesome.\n\nAnyway we got in there.  Fist bumped Darryll, handed him my CC/ID and we were all rolling in like a boss and ready to clean the place out like the hazmat team. Sure enough Darryll still managed to keep my DJ table. The place was packed to the MAX. The music was popping. So we proceeded to get CRUNK with our cheap ass bottle deal. We were just dumping cups left and right with half vodka, half mixer. Yea we can roll hard. NO ice bitches.\n\nThis was the perfect way to kick off a trip. No pressure, no need to worry. Cathouse delivers a worry free bottle service environment. So the moral of the story is: if you want a night where you just want to get fucked up like a boss and on the cheap, Cathouse MORE then delivers. Believe or not, the girls there are actually half decent. Sebastian Angel was talking to about 20 of them. \n\nIf you want a debauchery night, holler at my boy: Darryll DiPietro Mr. Las Vegas himself for the deals. You will get taken care of. Hell, pre-club here before your actual club! Its worth it!
Group - uniembryonate
Classify the following: Staff and venue are nice/cute, but I am sorry it comes down to flavor and quality of the little pastries, doesn it? \nIt has nothing on JP or Payard.