Here’s my first review review. Today I’m reviewing Karl Wells’ review of the Red Pepper, a restaurant where you choose what gets stir-fried.

Mr Wells’ review reads more like a story than a review. He goes into considerable expository for the first half of the review, then settles into a sensible critique near the end. He could have easily shaved off half the words and still gotten the point across. If he can get away with that, then I can do this: the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the, and everyone’s happy.

For the most part his review is sensible, although I have a few concerns. He finds several significant issues with the restaurant, yet still gives it 8/10, which, if you have ever attended any kind of formal schooling, is purty darn good. Yet, oddly, in his review summary, his major problem with the place is their cardboard-tasting dessert. Like he says, no one goes there for the dessert, and suggesting it’s the biggest area for improvement is premature if you haven’t tasted the dessert more than once. Maybe the baker was having a bad day; mixed in some gyproc instead of flour.

So in summary, I give this review a 6.5/10. It’s too damn long, contains superfluous information, and the score is too high.