Every review is paid for out of pocket. If someone comps Mel, she'll tell you. It hasn't happened yet because she hasn't asked.
Not now. Not ever. The moment money changes the opinion, the opinion is worthless. Mel is not in the business of worthless opinions.
Zero. None. Mel considers this a superpower and a moral responsibility. She will eat the thing you can't eat and report back honestly.
A $3 taco can be a 9/10. A $300 steak can be a 5. The number on the bill is not the point. The experience is the point.
Unabashedly honest. Politically incorrect. If the waiter looked like a young Leonardo DiCaprio and forgot you existed every 30 seconds, that's going in the review.
Quality of what's on the plate. Technique, ingredients, execution, whether it made Mel feel something.
Atmosphere, service, music, lighting, how it felt to be there. A bad vibe can ruin great food. A great vibe can save mediocre food.
1 = steal of the century. 10 = you will be explaining this to your accountant. Not a judgment — just a calibration.
Would Mel go back frequently, without a special occasion? This is the most honest metric. It's easy to go somewhere once.
"The rest is none of your business. Go read the reviews."