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
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.