I love these things, because unlike most people, I admit to liking puns. Puns, of course, are like the flatulence of the joke world; everyone can make them, and most of them stink.
That said, if I ever become a restaurateur, I have a few restaurants in mind:
My Tony Roma's competitor, Ribs For Your Pleasure; Donut Make My Brown Eyes Blue; my bakery, Pie R Squared (no round pies here; that's part of the gimmick); and of course, my sushi restaurant, Eat Me Raw.
However, I had nothing to do with the naming of the following restaurant, no matter how much I wish I had:
Awe. Some.
