Just another normal day, shopping for Normal Things at Rosauers.
Oh, nothing to see here. Just a perfectly normal box of penne and ch–
…what in the unholy $%&# is chreese!?
I feel like whoever titled this product’s mouth melted in the midst of saying it, and no one bothered to question it. I mean, surely, they thought, surely, an actual human being, living here in this reality, speaking this very language, meant make the sound “chreese” on purpose.
Good Taste Restaurant.
Come on in and eat some food.
You’ll like how it tastes.
Who needs to spend all of that effort coming up with a catchy, memorable name? Who has the time and mental capacity to remember some hip, catchy moniker that probably doesn’t even remotely suggest what’s being sold?
No, these folks know that when it comes to food, what you care about is taste. And when it comes to taste, you want good taste.
No funny business. No guessing games. Just taste. At a restaurant. That’s good.
And you know that such keen insight into the needs of their customers wouldn’t mean much if they didn’t know what was popular here in the States, so go ahead and stop on by to enjoy the Super Bowl.