Unlike the dreamscape, Fish Sauce is pleasantly designed. Sit at comfortable tables for two, stools at the bar or at kitchen counters that are arrayed along either side of a 15-foot-long, repurposed wooden beam. Clever light fixtures rely on Mason jars and wooden pallets. A large chalk drawing high behind the bar illustrates the journey from fish in the sea to fish sauce in the bottle. I imagine the fishing boat bobbing, silvery fish schooling, and the smell of sea salt and the cosmic funk of months-long fermentation. Reality yields again to the dream world and another chance to glimpse potential fully realized.