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I was going to post this in the Food section, but decided that might make someone sick to their stomach,
Searching for Humanity’s Last Hope—and a Taste of the Future—at the Tesla Diner
Searching for Humanity’s Last Hope—and a Taste of the Future—at the Tesla Diner
Renuka Veerasingam believes Elon Musk is humanity’s last hope. “I want to go to Mars, and he is going to take us,” she says. “Space is the final frontier. It’s in our DNA to find the final frontier—to keep going until we get to the edge.”
Though Veerasingam is 140 million miles from Mars, she is currently on the edge of Santa Monica Boulevard and North Orange Drive, in the heart of Hollywood, for the opening of the new Tesla Diner, modeled in the likeness of the same kind of retro-futuristic space station she one day dreams of inhabiting on the Red Planet.
Musk first announced his plans for the diner in 2018 on Twitter—before he bought the company and rebranded it as X—saying that he wanted to “put an old school drive-in, roller skates & rock restaurant at one of the new Tesla Supercharger locations in LA.” So far this is the only location, but he has plans to expand to other cities if it’s successful.
That vision came to life at exactly 4:20 pm Monday, a cherished stoner reference of Musk’s and one that probably peaked when he was still in college. WIRED’s photographer, Ethan Noah Roy, was there when the doors opened, meeting a man who had dedicated the last 13 years of his life to work at Tesla with the sole purpose of meeting Musk. “That has yet to happen,” he said.
It continues on. Sounds very much like a place for the Eloniterati and various libertarian-lite to hang out and pay dearly for some diner food.Despite being advised to get the burger and apple pie, I opt for a hotdog, fries, a salad, and the creamsicle “charged soda” instead, totaling $40.61—and am directed to the pickup counter, where even more people are waiting for their number to be called.
The aesthetic inside the diner is “very modern, very Jetsons,” says local Joseph Macken, referring to the 1962 cartoon about a family living in a futuristic utopia with flying cars and a robot maid. (Veerasingam loves the bathrooms “because it’s really like you are in a capsule,” on a spaceship, “looking at earth looking down at you.”) But much of it is very typical of an American diner: curved white booths and a long countertop that peers into the kitchen.

















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