Somewhere way out in the middle-western part of the country, on one of those old highways that have fallen to the wayside since the advent of the Interstate,

there's this Bar.

A waypoint of sorts for those that have found themselves lost and searching for something somewhere between


and elsewhere.

From the outside, it doesn't look like much: an old silver Airstream trailer hooked up to a generator and wrapped in pink Christmas lights.

There's nothing else for miles around but trees and fields,

trees and fields,

trees and fields.

Or so you'd think.

There is something electric out here.

This is your Beating Heartland.

This is your
Time Away From Time.