A somehow off the topic post, nevertheless interesting when looking for clues about the identity of a place, as are the urban areas of Romania.
The photograph bellow speaks volumes about a certain peculiar Romanian sense of humour, forged probably during the communist era of industrialisation. It comes alive in many forms, as in the name of the fast food outlet pictured here, which I spotted in central Bucharest. Its meaning is that the chicken served on premises is so good and has such a pleasurable taste that would just literally kill you.
I believe that a similar type of humour is expressed in an old Romanian saying, which refers to the feeling given by a good heartily meal: “I ate so well, that I can hit a dog with my hat” (the good food provides such strength that attacking a dog even with a flimsy hat does not represent a problem). The expression dates from pre-industrial times and has roots in the rural environment, was often heard in the old highway inns (used by horse-drawn wagon drivers) that dotted the country as late as 1950s.