Doesn't cover enough of the hood. A pastie at best
When I first moved to Marquette, Michigan, I encountered on every block places selling pasties. Now, in the Upper Peninsula, a pasty is kind of like a pot pie that for some reason miners would carry around in their pockets, but at the time I had never heard of one. I remember thinking, "This looks like such a sleepy little town, but with all of these places selling stripper supplies there much be more going on that meets the eye."
