A memorable acronym can make for great PR -- even people who've never seen C.H.U.D. know it's about Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dwellers, and even people who don't follow the SCOTUS know those guys determine the constitutionality of laws that keep those freaks underground. Now feast on the greatest acronym of all: DUDE
Standing for Down Under Deli and Eatery -- and built ground-up with self-cut aromatic cedar and cypress by Aussie and Hawaiian expats -- DUDE's a bakery/pizzeria/music hall divided into a smaller deli and an expansive, work-in-progress bar-room adorned with scrap metal sculptures of motorcycles and dragsters, self-reinforcing a Mad Max-ian stereotype that's kept Aussies out of bar fights for decades. In true Oz fashion they're slinging mashed potato/tomato/cheese-topped meat pies, plus salads like the albacore/veggies Cairns Tuna (Cairns = a topless-bathing haven), and bacon/salami/jalapeno/etc-topped "Boomerang Pizzas", so-named to honor their oven, which actually disappeared until they spotted it in some guy's garage and confronted him, causing him to return it under cover of darkness so no one would ever know.
Breakfast starts early with made-daily scones and muffins, and the baking continues with sourdough from a 167-year old yeast-starter, plus fresh sour rye and kaiser hoagies, all stuffable with your choice of Boar's Head meats & cheeses, or preset combos like the Roo-ben, which sadly has no actual kangaroo (would you hunt a creature that beat up Anthony Anderson and Jerry O'Connell?)
As for thirst-quenching, the bar's beer-only, with a bartop sliced from 5 trees conjoined at the roots and displaced by Hurricane Ike. They're still working on other crazy touches, including embedding a small airplane into the roof, perhaps simulating an ASRAAM aftermath. You know, Advanced Short Range Air-to-Air Missile? Okay, sometimes acronyms suck.