It sounds like something bad is about to happen as I step into Dysfunctional Grace. As I walk into the store during it's grand opening, I'm surrounded by ominous music, skulls, artistically modified taxidermy, religious relics, vintage medical equipment, a coffin and a table of food.
Robert Wilkes, of Tampa, is a curious spectator. He's walking around with a piece of chicken on a stick.
"Nothing's better than eating dead animals, surrounded by dead animals," he said. "It's good to be human."