I've often dreamed of opening a restaurant just to indulge people's worst impulses: Huge burritos filled with nothing but sour cream and guacamole, sub sandwiches filled with triple-toppings and cheese without the customer even having to ask, steaming hot cups of milk and sugar without any bitter, nasty coffee -- and of course, punch bowls full of nothing but shredded Parmesan cheese and a spoon.