Drive on past

I’ve lived in this city for thirty-four years, and in this neighborhood for twenty-one of them.
And there’s some restaurants that have been around longer, but I’ve never been to them.
When I drive past or walk past, I wonder what it’s like there.
Are they any good?
So, for this week off, I made a list, and I went to every one of them.
And sure enough, I now know if they’re any good.
Most were quite awful.
So when I drive past or walk past, instead of “What is it like?” it’s now “Oh God not that place.”