Tonight I misheard someone and thought for a moment that there was a new local restaurant called "Cronenburger".
I thought I had died and gone to Eighties Body Horror Food Heaven.
Can you imagine what the utensils would have looked like?
We could finally answer the question, "What does Brundlefly put on his fries?"
"The bun is fine, it's the patty, the patty's all wrong!"
See also The Sandwich Snobs - The Cronenburger.
i want it to be true so very, very badly.
I look forward to consuming a bowl of soup in which I can disassemble and reassemble multiple chunks of animal carcass into the form of a handgun which is loaded with my newfound dentures as ammunition.
I taste a business opportunity. You already own a restaurant. Just saying.
I'm not sure I want to taste this particular business opportunity.
"Potato man loves ketchup man."
CRONENBURGER! LONG LIVE THE NEW FLESH!
I'll have the filet-o-flesh, large flies, and hot nipple pie to go.