Pull Up, Tune In, Space Out.

ORDER #000

You are being served by: Us

You’ve arrived.

It’s 3:17A.M.

The night sky harbours dark clouds. They seem to be vaguely glowing.

You round the lot across from the diner and head towards the drive-thru. Through the glass, you catch a glimpse: inside, everything’s buzzing. The lights are too bright, the ketchup’s too red, the ice machine gurgling like it’s alive. There’s a girl at the counter with glitter around her eyes and a smile that never quite reaches them. Her fingers are stained with something neon and she wears a nametag you could swear changes every time you blink. You’re not sure if she works here or if she’s part of the décor.

The neon sign above you flickers, then stabilizes: JINK'S DRIVE-TRHU

Wait, when did I get here?

A window opens. Static spills out.

“Welcome to Jink’s. What can I get you?”

A voice crackles through the speaker. Sweet. Slightly warped. “This menu changes hourly. The next bite is always a surprise.”

A liminal pitstop for wanderers of the web, creators with a flair for the unusual, collectors of oddities, dreamers chasing fleeting visions, and cheeseburger romantics. If you’re here, it probably means you’re hungry for something. Not food exactly. Maybe out of curiosity. Maybe spectacle. Maybe something harder to name. Maybe you’re lost, but you did right following the neon signs, kid. We hope we could satiate your needs.

This is where we’ll be serving up transmissions from the kitchen, and more. Here’s what’s on the menu:

Dishes

The Artist’s Special | Hearty helpings of process and practice, served with a side of inspiration.

The Cosmic Plate | Dispatches from alternate realities and made-up worlds. Served with buttered toast.

Poet’s Fry-Up | Lines upon lines, served fresh. Please ask if you prefer them scrambled.

Back Burner Bits | Bits and pieces from the cutting board that didn’t quite make the cut. Half cooked, but hey, they’re full of flavour!

The 404 Combo | A scattered medley of relics. Sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter. Perfect for those unsure of what to order.

Burger of the Day | Literally and symbolically. Always fresh, always satisfying. Comes with stale fries and a complimentary, shriveled pickle slice.

Drinks

Lava Lamp Float | Viscous, vibrant, and vaguely sentient. The flavour changes every visit.

Bitter Soda | A Libyan classic, through and through.

Something Sweet

Pixel Pie | A blocky crust, with a gooey nostalgia filling, and a unique aftertaste.

Sugar Plum Sundae | Scoop after scoop of lilac ice cream, topped with ornate sprinkles.

Dusted Wings Delight | A glittery cupcake, light as air, with something secret folded in.

These transmissions aren’t linear. They’re not optimized. They’re a looping broadcast from the edge of somewhere else. Think of it like tuning into a strange radio station that’s always playing your favourite song, but just slightly wrong.

The sign says OPEN on both sides.

Come in.

Pull up a seat.

Dig through the wrappers.

Read the tray liner. (But don’t read too much into it.)

And if the walls start whispering – don’t worry. That’s normal here.

Otherwise, just drive-thru and get your order cold to go.

That’s all for now.

We’ll be back with more soon.

The fryer’s on. Teeth are glowing. The night is long.

Order #000. Pick it up, or let it rot. Your call.

– Jink’s

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