Example: I took my 2 and 1/2 year old for her very first hair cut. I was very excited to find such a cute salon UNTIL........ I saw the ending result of the cut. Unfortunately I had the same person cut my hair too. What a DISASTER!!!!! I had to go some where else to have it fixed. NEVER, NEVER, NEVER AGAIN.
Class: mesolimnion


Example: Amazing authentic Scottish food! My friends and I got 3 plates to share plus 2 desserts! Definelty recommend the eggs Benedict, smoked salmon, and veggie haggis! The elderflower jello and template ice cream are also a plus to end your meal! The service is superb and the themed feel inside the restaurant makes you feel really cozy as if you are at home!
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Example: This was a tough decision for me between 2 and 3 stars.  The Cosmopolitan is BEAUTIFUL, and so is The Henry. Our hostess was fantastic, but our waiter was a grumpy jerk. God forbid I politely ask you for vegetarian options? Apparently he found this to be out of his job description and also spilled a cup of butter on my friend. He sucked. We asked to be switched to another section and our next waiter was FANTASTIC. In fact, so was our hostess, bus boys, etc so Im going to give the atmosphere and service ( despite douchey waiter #1 ) 5 stars. \nThe food... just didn't cut it. \nSoup = bland\npotatoes= bland\nSalad= laughable. Seriously romaine, a slice of tomato and vinaigrette, the size of my fist for 12.00. \nGo for drinks, but don't go hungry!
Class: mesolimnion


Example: GET THE FEZ BURGER, SIDE OF SWEET POTATO FRIES.\n\nthat's it.\n\nthe fez burger is honestly one of the best burgers ive ever had the privilege of putting in my mouth.  true, its not the traditional burger, but the ciabatta(sp?) bread and the whatever juiciness sauce they have on it will win you over.\n\nif its your first time here, dont bother looking at the menu.  succumb to the sweet deliciousnessosity of the fez burger.\n\nside note: the decor + the friday night crowd + the \""v.i.p. table booth\"" made me feel like i was eating at fancy pants austin powers club of the future.  the outdoor patio crowd also appeared to thoroughly enjoy every time phoenix's shiny new light rail transit system whoosh'd by.
Class: catadioptric


Example: The moment we walked in, the place looked like a ghost town. I didn't see any attendants up and walking around. A guy forwarded me to the back where I could pick up my tuxedo. The 3 attendants who were supposed to help me were more engrossed in the novels they were reading. I tried the tuxedo on and the pants were way too baggy. I knew this was not the way it was supposed to look, but the attendant said that's how they are supposed to be unless they took it in at the waist. I would have expected much better service like when I was fitted in the Phoenix location.
Class: mesolimnion


Example: One good thing when dining alone is that you get seated pronto no wait at all!! Back to Vegas and of course back to yama!!! So what is different this time around? Still crowded,price might have went up.portions still the same,quality still the same although the seafood salad I had the dressing was watery. Other than that it was what I remembered it to be.
Class: catadioptric
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ok. im going to try to be fair to the earl. after all, it's not his fault that my feet hurt in my heels - which apparently got no traction on the highly-polished miracle mile (where this place is located) floors. it's not his fault that i ate shit -HARD- on the concrete floor, landing all knees and wrists and while walking with my boss no less. i concede that. \nit's not earl's fault that the miracle miles has the worst layout of all time, and an even worse \""you are here\"" map, which led to even more risk of slipping and falling again as we wandered forever trying to find that wing it was stashed in.\nwe finally found it and for being a sandwich place i was kind of disappointed. there were maybe 8 options (versus a dilly's which is similar in price and order and pick up at counter style). really, all i wanted was a french dip (or meat on a bun with meat juice, as i affectionately refer to it and order when i am starving). but i settled on a tturkey, tomato and brie and their \""signature famous\"" lemonade. the food took kind of while to finally be ready, and by then i was bruised, starving, pouting that they didn't have a simple sandwich staple and pissed that i finally had to *buy* a $16 pair of flip flops because i really feared i would fall again trying to find the damn place.\nanyway, it was just ok, and about halfway through the most ear-piercing, loudest fucking siren went off right above our heads. the emergency lights started flashing and the sirens broke - briefly - for a robot voice to inform the stunned and deafened consumers that an alarm had been activated and the reason was being investigated. then back to the sirens! really? it was so loud i couldn't concentrate, let alone eat. we tossed the rest and got the eff out of there.\nall the disaster aside, the food wasn't good, the lemonade was terrible, and the options were pretty bland -slapping brie on every other sandwich doesn't really make it unique or skyrocket your eatery out of subway level, people.