Damn, you beat me to it! We have Terrible’s here in Reno, too. It’s the last name of the family that owns it, if memory serves. Their commercials always give me pause: “Come enjoy Terrible Tuesdays!!!”
As for kosher chinese restaurants, I always liked the name “Genghis Cohen.”
And I once went to see a neurologist named Dr. Malatesta.
At UNCG, a campus help service is named after the school mascot. But even knowing that, it’s still a little weird to see a sign advertising “Spartan Services.”
For when you don’t want much.
Oh yeah, there used to be an gynecologist in Northampton MA named Dr. Finger.
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Isn’t Dress Barn for plus sizes too? I’m almost certain it was last time I saw it at the mall. That’s like a shoe store for big feet being called Sasquatch Shoes.
There’s a hole-in-the-wall eatery around here called Greasy Tony’s. I’m sure it’s meant to be humorous. They have a sandwich called a “trashcan” which is excellent.
No lie, my mom had a gyno years ago named Dr. Semen.
There was a restaurant in Cooksville named Kim Fook Yuen.
If it wasn’t for that last ‘en’…
Dress Barn proper, if you will, sells misses’ sizes. The plus-size version is Dress Barn Woman. At least that’s how I’ve always seen them.
Looks like they were in the business of supplying “analytical gases” - a fancy name for pure gases that have gone to college and are used in laboratories.
You may be confusing it with Kennedy’s Fried Chicken. KFC, get it?
Long ago there was a Chinese dive in the Bronx called, no kidding, Fook King. Honest. I have a picture somewhere…
There’s a church in my neighborhood called “Our Lady of Taking It Up the Ass from Satan.”
not really
It’s actually called “Our Lady of Transvestite Dogfuckers.”
It’s always bothered me that they named the most famous brand of condoms Trojans.
I mean, aren’t they the ones that lost the war?
(Although I suppose you’d be sending wronmg message if you called them Greeks. And your average guy wouldn’t know from Achaeans or Argives.)
I wanna open up a business that sells sheets, comforters, pillows, bedspreads, mattress covers, shams, etc.
I’m gonna name it “I’ve Made My Bed(store), Now Buy In It”.
Is that the kind of bad you mean?
if you *really *use your imagination, this pharmacy on Queen St in Toronto could appear to be called “Up Yours Pharmacy”:
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/215/484159666_d86ed43d6b.jpg?v=0 
The funeral home in Erin, Ontario (close to where my parents used to live) is called Butcher Funeral Home. Apparently it’s the name of the family that owns/operates – I’m so glad they decided to get into that business.
Or they serve a kick ass bowl of chili.
Make sure you stop in to Deal’s Drugs in Clayton, Georgia.
All up in lights and stuff too.
I used to work in a machine parts warehouse. We would get requests to pick up a couple different size FAGs.
We also had a printer that was constantly spilling toner. “Hey, erie! That Siemens making a mess again!”
I got a picture in a National Lampoon book somewhere that shows the office of a urologist named “Dr. Cockburn”.
Years ago when I lived in Raleigh, NC, there was a place that - no kidding - was called “RB’s Supreme Broasted Chicken and Concrete Contractor”.
Yes. They sold broasted chicken (and it was good, geasy chicken, too) AND they had a concrete business. Out of the same location.
I’m sure it’s gone by now, but boy, those guys’ trucks (with the business name on the sides) used to just crack me up.
There was also a place called “Fat Daddy’s Record Shack and Rib Crib”.
“Broasted”? A combination of “broiled” and “roasted”?
And don’t forget, just off Highway 33 in the little town of Bath, Ontario, we have the Bath Water Filtration Plant. 
My wife’s old gyno was Dr. Katherine Box.