Riptide reporter Jimmy Olsen knocks on the door and rings the bell at what was to become The Whole Beast in the old Boston Bill's restaurant space, but no one answers. All of Jimmy's other attempts to contact The Whole Beast go unanswered, so we are left to assume that the deal is a nonstarter. Too bad. A lot of people were looking forward to trying the trendy new nose-to-tail butcher shop. Maybe The Whole Beast was spooked by the specter of highway widening right at its front door.