Cereal Bar

I'm a genius. At least that's what my mom used to tell me, she doesn't so much anymore because in fact I'm sub-level retarded. But anyhow.

The other night I was thinking of how awesome it'd be to open a Cereal Bar. Imagine walking into a place that's styled in popping colors, statues of your favorite cereal characters and giant tubes filled with ANY TYPE OF CEREAL YOU CAN IMAGINE! On the wall behind the bar there would be way too many types of cereal you can choose from, so many in fact you might starve trying to decide. Basically this place would be a safe haven for your munchies. Oh, you want to drizzle maple syrup and nutella on your Cocoa Pebbles and Frosted Mini-Wheats Maple & Brown Sugar!? Go right ahead because in my bar you can mix whatever concoction you want, you can be like a spracked out Merlin except for magic powers you just conjure orgasms to taste buds.

If I open this place on Capitol Hill it'll be the most hipster thing since Zooey Deschanel and swanky indie coffee shops. And somehow, that is beautiful and refreshing.