When you enter, you can never leave. You walk into a deep dark neon lit forest and fall into a hole; You fall, but you are not falling. You are in the zone. The inceptic field pulls your very soul. You die. But you live. You live a neon life of living love. Napkins? Yes. OGasians dance closely with them. Ever so closely. Bring your mom. And your dad.
Should be open every day of the week.