Strange vapor through the vents chillaxed me. I
had been to In-N-Out when I was in California in the fall, and it was real
good. I had takeaway, so I didn’t get the full “dining experience,” which was
fine. It was – you’ve seen one fast food place, you’ve seen em all, even though
In-N-Out’s a bit better than the average. Instead I went to the oceanfront
cottage at which I was staying, opened up the wall-length glass doors, and
listened to the ocean as it crashed upon the rocks a mere twenty feet away.
I imagined “Dining Experience” then, and I
imagine it now.
Strange vapor indeed.
Like Edward Hopper’s “Nighthawks,” “Dining
Experience” illuminates an establishment after the sun sets, where patrons
gather for refreshment. It could be anywhere, any kind of restaurant or bar,
the vibe a mist of cloud passing by the moon. In-Out dazzles with neat tricks
at the corners of our eyes, not quite providing the focused magic we may crave
but undergirding our surroundings with something special, something unusual.
The mundane shows cracks, illuminates feelings suppressed by ennui.
If I had to do this, I’d say it reminds me a
bit of Ferraro’s “Cold” if it were part of the Adhesive Sounds catalog.
There.
--Ryan
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