Yelp—A Kennel of Bitchy Spaniels
There is a restaurant nearby called Telegraph. Everything there is correct. They have great drinks, superb food, and a delightful happy hour. The owner was even there assisting and overseeing everything—a virtual guarantee of excellence.
I spoke with him. It’s slow so far because the immediate neighborhood is old, conservative grumpy people passive-aggressively Yelping.
Consider that the owners of this restaurant review website named it Yelp—the sound a bitchy, spoiled purse dog makes when the universe isn't absolutely perfect according to their crotch-and-asshole-grubbing snout. Never get on that website again, and say "fuck" every time you hear it mentioned. Rely on the only meaningful restaurant reviews there have ever been since the advent of people eating in someone else's cave on a Friday night: word of mouth and food in mouth.