I love bad puns. After a childhood of cringing and burying my head in my hands at least once daily while conversing with my father, I grew to accept that \"clever\" wordplay is my birthright. Without further ado, allow me to announce the candidates for Best Worst Pun in a Business Name.\n\nFirst up: Eye Carumba, an optometrist in San Francisco. Next we have Blow, a hair salon in Berkeley. Following that, the Franktuary, a hot dog restaurant in a church in Pittsburgh. Next up is Get the Funk Out, a laundromat in San Francisco. Last but not least, the Great Impasta, an Italian restaurant in Champaign, IL.\n\nAnd the winner is... the Franktuary! Yeah! The Franktuary takes the prize in this epic cross-country competition, via the killer combo of name and general all-around fabulosity. \n\nSadly, I have visited this establishment just once. Lest you think the contest was rigged or something, I assure you that I would be there 24/7, if not for a tiny detail: I live in San Francisco. Boo San Francisco! \n\nWhy the trek, you ask? Are the hot dogs really that good? To make a long story short, I played tagalong awhile back to a gentleman friend who was in Pittsburgh for an interview. As I was trying to work remotely, I was left either stuck in a stuffy hotel room or venturing out in search of free wireless. Since my attention span approximates that of a goldfish, I opted for the latter, assuming I might have a stroke of luck and find a cute caf\u00e9 nearby. However, when Yelp suggested a business that had 1) an excellent pun involving hot dogs and sacred space 2) a vegetarian friendly menu, and 3) free wireless, I was pretty much floored. \n\nI'd recommend the Franktuary on all fronts. I don't know if I'd have the scrambled egg and cheese covered hot dog breakfast, and definitely not the \"Hypocrite\" (veggie dog smothered in non-veggie chili). However, I find the former ballsy, the latter hilarious, and the rest of it just plain awesome.
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