That is one freakin’ funny store name.
This is a new butcher on Bloor St. Butcher is a funny word too, but not funny ha ha.
Sometimes I think that eating meat will be thought of in “The Future”, like owning slaves is to us now. Totally socially unacceptable; in the “how could they?” category of stuff our ancestors did. Yet I still eat it. Maybe I’ll stop. Soon.