“Hey man,” the bartender said. “Welcome to the Squinky Flippet. What’ll you have?”
“That’s a funny name, isn’t it?” I said. “Where’s it come from?”
“Oh, the Squinky Flippet is a bar where everything has a name generated by a neural net, including the place itself,” the bartender said. “Can I get you a nice Luzdl Snick? Or maybe some Velvet Fill on tap?”
“Uh, what’s in them?”
“The Snick is dust and gold with powdered sugar, served with a fruit slice–lemon, in this case–and garnished with a large flintlock. The Fill is ice-squeezed ice over ice on the rocks.”
“Uh…huh,” I said. “Are the drinks themselves generated by neural nets too?”
“Of course not.” The bartender looked up, quizzically, from a drink he was making by stirring gin, brandy, cream, sugar, Tabasco sauce, and Egyptian noodles. “Now if you’re not going to order anything, I have to finish making this Ral Chonk and get started on mixing a Dinosauste.”
Inspired by this.
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