Sometimes it’s really important what you order at that weird, glowy bar or diner…
I’ve always liked this trope where the protagonist is facing some huge existential choice like whether to continue on their journey or pack it up and go home, or whether to live or die (which in this context is basically the same thing because when the fictional character packs it up, their story is over), and they work through their options at a supernatural facsimile of a bar or diner as if their choice boils down to what they want to order from the menu.
What do you want? Choose your own destiny, and then decide whether or not you want fries with that.
And then you have “The Good Place” which has already used both a bar and a diner to discuss Eleanor’s choices. (She’s definitely going to get fries with that.) The difference here is that the bar and diner are real places, but the person with whom she is discussing things is still a supernatural being.
Yes, they’re limnal spaces. Neither here, nor there. A place of transit, transition, transaction. Like a truck stop. 🙂
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