melt in your mouth

Shen Yuan squinted at the neon sign above his head. If he tilted his head just so, he could make out the letter A in sputtering, sparkling red. There were no hours posted on the splintering wooden door, no menu gracing the mildew-spotted brick wall."Shang Qinghua, what the fuck is this?""What are you talking about?" Shang Qinghua poked at his smartphone. A lock of caramel-colored hair flopped over his creased forehead. "It's New York's hottest restaurant."----Inspired by this tweet by adspexi:"picky food blogger shen yuan's only 100% positive review with glowing references to the quality ingredients and attentive service is for luo binghe's little hole-in-the-wall with an ever-changing menu and no posted hours, which is completely and transparently a mob front"