Unholy Idea

To bide our time, Carl and I started talking about viable businesses we could put up (in our dreams). Our topics went to food services, at which we postulated about a stand which sold little burgers with unleavened bread, or hosts. There would be a little piece of meat between two hosts, and the little-bitty burgers would be served by the white-robed chef directly into the mouths of the diners in line.
Payment would be collected via collection boxes or those butterfly-net thingies. Heh.

The name for our blasphemous resto? SACRILECIOUS!

Yep, we're going to hell...