A Quarter Century of Misery

Twenty-five years ago some fool bought the Poppin’ Fresh restaurant chain and renamed it Bakers Square.

Why? Why? How could you take a great name like “Poppin’ Fresh” and trade it in for something as lame as “Bakers Square?” It boggles my mind. I’m speechless. What do you think of when you want a pie? A square? No! Of course not! You think of those four and twenty blackbirds shooting out of the crust with a loud popping sound. Fresh birds, too. Needless to say, I have taken my custom elsewhere.