Geezus are you serious ? You fucking candida yeast hippies blame everything on the fucking candida. Candida is a natural occurring yeast in the body and there is not a single scientific explanation that it causes any of the symptoms if claims. It's just something to blame for all the problems like any hypochondriac.  —Shove A Roll In Your Hole

When you talk so much about eating local and drinking local, and then buy the cheapest bacon money can buy from your local Walmart, you come off as more than a little two-faced. Halifax is full of so many great food suppliers and yet you fill your fridge with meat and produce from big box chains. At the very least stop your lying or change your wifi password. Everyone can see you carrying your groceries into the cafe. —Cafe Complainer

What would you think if you read the following on a menu?: “Enjoy a bottomless coffee with your meal” (There is no price listed beside this, despite all the other beverages on the page having listed prices).

Well, I think the average person could reasonably assume that the coffee was included in your meal so long as you purchased one.

No, in fact, the coffee was just under four dollars after tax and amounted to about the size of a medium Tim’s. Now, I will say that the server was outstanding—very friendly, prompt, etc. 10/10 on the service. And the food was pretty good too, 7/10 there. Nobody who works there is responsible for the menu and honestly, if the price was listed I probably would have still bought the coffee anyway.

I just really dislike feeling like I've been tricked by an establishment. Fix your menu to reflect the actual price of the items people are ordering. Especially since the first thing they ask when you're seated—before you even have the chance to see a menu—is "do you want a coffee”? Were it not for the outstanding customer service I had there (still paid for coffee and tip on top), I'd not be back. —Misleading Menu Makes Me Moody

Don't ask for a tip from me after charging me over $14 for a burger, chip and fountain pop! —I Won't Spare A Dime

I love pizza.  Especially this one particular pizza joint, a lot. It's a tradition at our house on Friday night to get delivery.  We just tried to order but they no longer deliver off the peninsula. We are indeed 45 seconds passed the rotary so we are out of luck.

This is a sad moment in pizza history for Halifax. Peninsular dwellers, please enjoy delicious pizza for us. Most ridiculous rule ever. —Pizza Lover

If you want a tip when delivering a pizza or other food to someone's home it's probably a good strategy to be cool and polite even if you gotta fake it.  —Compliments to the chef(s), sorry no tip this time

...you use your bare hands to add toppings to my fries. No. Please. Use tongs or wear gloves, I don't know where your hands have been, and, dude, it must be a health violation. I want to keep coming back, I really do, but this makes me throw up a little in my mouth. —Cootie Patrol

Not really a Bitch because I like the place so much, slowly loosing tables and chairs each summer. I guess those great homemade pasties are having a negative impact on your customers waistlines, chairs and tables breaking under tremendous weight. The coffee and pastries are great, but myself and others I've met there look very much forward to vegetating outdoors of your cafe in the warmer months. It’s a big thing to some of us. — Smellmeimunscented

I recently had a conversation with my bro and my husband about what life would be like stranded on a desert island. I said I'd enjoy time in the sun and living on coconuts. They informed me I would not be able to survive off whole coconuts because apparently they give you one of two horrible situations; horrible shits or no shits. I don't know where they get their information, probably some wilderness survival game with BS solutions to BS problems that no one really knows the answer to because probably no one has ever had to face those problems before. Anyways, I don't trust their sources. So promptly I went out to Sobeys and bought several coconuts.  I rolled out of bed this morning wishing I could barf. You know that feeling when you're drunk and you wish you could get it out of your system but you just can't? That's what happens when you consume a metric 300 percent of your daily delicious fat intake. I don't know why the fuck it is when people tell me I shouldn't do something I have try it for myself. —Stranded on toilet island

Halifax is a very interesting place. It seems that recently many so called restaurateurs have taken it upon themselves to travel to the thriving metropolis that is Toronto, experience all of the wonderful restaurants and then come back and open cut-rate versions of those same restaurants here.

Imitation may be the highest form of flattery but if I really wanted to try someones exceptional food or restaurant concept, I think I would much rather go right to the source, rather than experience a partially digested version in Halifax. —Pinchos me I'm Dreaming