Creepy commerce in pre-war, pre-ironic, pre-Stephen King Canoga Park.
How about this one? They’re shooting for a rustic, vaquero-on -the-hacienda theme, but its very headless horseman of Sleepy Hollow to me. The arched eyebrows say: eat me or suffer my wrath.
Or mirth. Taste me or suffer the whip, which is not exactly the meaning of mirth. Perhaps they mean submit to laughter while you taste.