A watering hole is a globalist micro-utopia, where meerkats and warthogs with surfeits of personality, tastes, interests, and aspirations can all swill together. And that’s precisely what Back Lot is, despite its humble Texan trimmings. Indeed, looking closely, one discerns that each conventional flourish has been updated: the taxidermied mammal behind the bar boasts sunglasses, and the jukebox proposes a QR code, burying its analog charm under what Byung-Chul Han would call the “infosphere.”