I’ve had this before, except I was drunk, and it was a kebab.
I really, really do not like kebabs… my friend convinced me to get one. This kebab was like it had been sent from the heavens, I was in shock, never had I experienced a kebab like this.
The next day, I messaged my friend asking where we had the kebab… neither of us could remember. I had a vague idea of what the door looked like, we searched every time we were in the city centre for many years, but in vain.
Being high also increases the pleasure from foods, in my experience. One time my wife made chocolate chip pancakes while we were high and they were legit the best thing I’d ever eaten, but looking back on a photo I took of them they look like they probably weren’t very great.
Those are mobile restaurants run by kitsune who cross dimensions to serve a variety of clientele. You just happened to have stumbled inside on the night before they left to another realm. Consider thyself lucky, mortal, for their food is god-tier
"You are entering the vicinity of an area adjacent to a location.
The kind of place where there might be a monster, or some kind of weird mirror.
These are just examples; it could also be something much better.
Prepare to enter The Scary Door."
Futurama
And the original behind The Scary Door:
“You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind.
A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination.
That’s the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the Twilight Zone!”
Or:
“There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man.
It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity.
It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge.”
We once accidentally did this in China far off the usual tourist locations for foreigners. People were chilling outside sitting around the table and we mastook them for a café. The host told us about the errors of our ways but was hospitable enough to talk with us and offered some food, which we paid for. That was an interesting experience
Like looking up a mediocre band/dj you heard while rolling at a festival. Ugh. Makes you think maybe drugs just make people dumb enough to like everything.
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