This is the last line of a WSJ piece today about the Brooklyn origins of Arthur Miller's A View From the Bridge:

One side of the street may sell New Zealand meat pies and feature a French backyard bistro, but the ragged side of his old neighborhood Eddie Carbone would know at a glance.

And this is the Twitter response from a local, @redhookd:

Note to Wall Street Journal: Try not to sound "in the know." DUB closed. As did the French bistro.