Report a problem
Judy's Book takes violations of our Terms of Use very seriously. We encourage
you to read through our
Terms of Use
before filling report with us.
After careful review, we may remove content or replace a content warning page before
viewing content deemed offensive, harmful, or dangerous.
Additionally, we are aware that there may be content on Judy's Book that is personal
in nature or feels invasive. Please note that Judy's Book is a provider of content
creation tools, not a mediator of content. We allow our users express their opinions,
but we don't make any claims about the content of these pages. We strongly believe
in freedom of expression, even if a review contains unappealing or distasteful
content or present negative viewpoints. We realize that this may be frustrating,
and we regret any inconvenience this may cause you. In cases where contact information
for the author is listed on the page, we recommend that you work directly with this
person to have the content in question removed or changed.
Here are some examples of content we will not remove unless provided with a court
order:
Personal attacks or alleged defamation
Political or social commentary
Distasteful imagery or language
If we've read the Terms of Use and believe that this review below violates our Terms
of Use, please complete the following short form.
|
Businiess name:
Brass Monkey
|
|
Review by:
citysearch c.
|
|
Review content:
First thing I walked into this bar all I wanted to do was go straight to the bar. I had a waitress jump in front of me blocking me from the bar. She said, "can I help you?" I said, " oh I just want to go to the bar thank you" She said, "oh that's fine I can take your order"....mind you I see the bar has people seated all around it. I say, "can't I just go to the bar??" She say's "oh I can help you" A little weirded out and seeing the door man creeping up behind me I said, "ok, I'll have a vodka tonic (sucked by the way)" She says, "there's a $25 limit on cards" so I proceed to buy three of my friends drinks. Now we have to stand awkwardly waiting for a table that is clearly open before us until we are finally seated. The whole time I am thinking, "how the hell are those people able to sit at the bar but I can't??" I hate this place, with a passion.
|
Reasons for reporting (512 characters left):
|
|
Reasons are required.
|
|
or
Cancel
|