There really are no words for this one—except that ever since I saw this sign, I’ve found ways to work in the term “ho-made” to as many things as possible. Comedic gold.
As an aside, I didn’t sketch it, but just a few blocks away is a bait shop that sells wine and spirits. Read that last sentence again, and let it sink in. The Tailor and I wanted to buy a bottle of wine for our host that evening, so we asked a local where we might find something. She gave us directions, but apologized for not being able to give more information than that. “I can never remember the name of the place, because I just call it ‘Wine & Worms,” she said.
Oh, yes, this is my kinda town.