Case: My husband I decided to stop into Fudge Kitchen after reading about it on Scotland's tourism website. Oh what a disappointment. First, there was no fudge making going on. Second, the place was empty (in a spooky way). Third, I tried two flavors of fudge and did not like either. So, a trip that was suppose to be educational to see how fudge was made turned out to be an embarrassing trip to taste two flavors of fudge and walk out without buying anything.
Classification: Puelche


Case: DO NOT COME HERE! Though I was sat right away, everything quickly went downhill from there. The person whose table I was assigned to was in the middle of eating fruit when I sat down. She spit her food into her hand, threw it away, wiped her hands on her jeans,then attempted to start working on my hands. I immediately asked her to please wash her hands since she just spat food into them! Why I didn't get up and leave at that point is beyond me! \nShe then started to try and peel off my old gel polish with a cuticle trimmer, and in doing so, ripped half of my nail length off with the gel. When I asked her why she doesn't soak the gel off with acetone (like every other nail place in the free world) she argued that it takes too long; to which I rebutted \""but it's better than ripping my nails away\"". She then soaked them off. In attempting to correct to nail whose length was ripped off, she ended up filing the shit out of it- until there was NO length at all. After taking the gel off the rest of my nails, she had the nerve to ask me what length I wanted. ?Seriously?!? I shot out the finger that had been filed down to the knub and told her \""it seems as though you already decided that for me\"".  Her technique was shoddy at best.  At one point I was wondering how easy would it be for someone to forge the state-issued certificate that they're required to display.   The end result was a shitty gel manicure, raw cuticles on the verge of bleeding, and a lesson that I should have listened to my intuition and used the good sense God gave me to get up and walk out the minute she spat her food into her hand!
Classification: Puelche


Case: The Grand Avenue Tavern is a gem in the middle of an industrial wasteland.  Don't be fooled by the location or exterior of the building, as once you step inside, you'll be transported into an urban oasis.\n\nGAT is a cross between a local pub and a trendy nightclub.  Pub wise, they have all the requisites: a long bar with comfy stools, friendly bartenders who remember you name, and a decent beer select, including Blue Moon and Guinness.  The nightclub vibe comes from the sleek cherry wood and polished steel decor and the DJ spinning tracks.  \n\nIf the interior is an urban oasis, the outdoor patio is an Mediterranean sanctuary.  Complete with shade sails and misters, it is a great place to hang out, even on a hot summer night.  For those venturing here in the cooler months, they have a huge fireplace to help keep you warm.
Classification: littleness


Case: I've been coming here for 10 years, and have never been disappointed. The pizza and wings here are great, and the staff are very friendly.
Classification: littleness
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I have been wanting to try SkinnyFATS for a very long, long time but never got around to going! When I saw a location had opened in my area, I pretty much decided it was destiny & marched right over there. After dying over the yelp pictures of the tu-nuts, I decided to try that and ohmygod. It was genuinely one of the best things I have ever eaten. Fresh, tasty & simply amazing. Truffle fries: also yum. Delicious food aside, the restaurant itself has such a nice atmosphere and the outside patio is awesome. Also, the staff was incredibly attentive & friendly. I was also really happy to hear other customers in the restaurant talking about how much they loved the food too. Major kudos to you SkinnyFATS!