On my way home from Racine last night, I noted that the local Ground Round had those stick-on letters in a slightly off-kilter way enticing all passersby to “Join [them] for Sweetest Day”.

I’m not sure if this was an ominous warning to men who thought that (if they remember the Hallmark Holiday at all) Ground Round was even an option how exactly they would be leaving the restaurant (i.e. partially digested after being ground into “round”), or if it were more a message to cannibals who know that the sweetest meat comes from a loved one.

Either way, it was bizarre. World Cafe on NPR throws my mind into strange dimensions, it would seem.