24 hour dreamcore style restaurant where the just barely audible sound of a distant crowd is piped in at all hours of the day and night no matter the occupancy mixed with only slightly more audible vaporwave tunes, the lights are cool toned and just a hair too dim, and the decor is sparse but anachronistic, pulling from the 40s, 50s, 70s and 90s. the food slaps but its hard to chew with the ever-present nostalgic lump in your throat because the dining room is engineered precisely to unstick you from time and immerse you in a hazy liminal unease. oh and don't get the salad. everyone knows not to get the salad. it's not like a rule or anything but no one should get the salad. no one talks about it but everyone knows why.
















