Way, way back in 2011, I read a synopsis of the upcoming Office episode “Trivia.” It described a trivia contest taking place in a bar, involving the whole Dunder-Mifflin gang. I remember thinking to myself “Well, this will be a slam-dunk Scrantonicity.”
They almost always use a real Scranton bar, like Poor Richard’s or Farley’s or Tink’s. Even though they film in California, the top-drawer prop department has always liberally peppered the set with local items plucked from the enormous “Scranton prop-drop-box.” Well… that went by the wayside, once they established the astounding premise that the whole office crew would be traveling in a car caravan on the two-and-a-half hour sojourn to faraway Philadelphia… in the middle of wintery January… to drink in a bar, and then drive all the way home on the dark and ominous turnpike… To quote Toby, warning Michael Scott about the dangers of having Boy Scouts attend “Casino Night:” Is that enough? Should I keep going?
The secondary plot of the episode didn’t bode well for Scrantonicity, either; considering it was taking place in Talahassee, Florida, home of Sabre Corporate Headquarters. OK, fine, I can adjust to that, and put on my “Talahassee-icity” hat. The prop department has never scrimped on local product placements when scenes were supposed to be taking place elsewhere; I recall reading where they badgered the city of Stamford, Connecticut for authentic props, and they made an effort with Winnipeg, Canada, and who can forget the “authentic” Sbarro Pizza in New York City? So, I was thrilled to see Dwight being dropped off in front of Sabre by a cab that was marked “Seminole Taxi Company.” There’s just one problem: I researched it, and there is no Seminole Taxi Company in Florida. That’s odd. When an Office character in Scranton comes or goes in a taxi, it has been clearly marked as a “McCarthy Flowered Cab,” complete with floral decals. (The McCarthy family started off as florists; I grew up next door to their floral shop.) It just seems strange to me that the show wouldn’t use that opportunity to “throw a bone” to loyal Florida “Office” viewers. I guess it’s just a show-biz mystery why some bones get thrown, and others don’t.
Back to the decision to drive all the way the heck from Scranton to Philadelphia to participate in a bar trivia contest; it seems to be one of those “compromise” decisions made in the writers’ room. They “rough-sketched” the gang going to a bar, and then they couldn’t resist the apparently “hilarious” idea of making it a gay bar. Despite the fact that a simple Google search indicates that there are gay bars located in and around the Scranton area, the writers must have felt the need to go more “cosmopolitan,” perhaps to justify the somewhat ludicrous $1000 trivia prize. So hence, they decided to hold the contest at the “Liberty Well,” a fictitious bar in “Philadelphia” where the tree outside the front door still has all its leaves in the dead of winter.
I started writing “Scrantonicity” because the show took such pains to make the world of Dunder-Mifflin look and feel “authentic.” That’s very charming, and I thought all that effort should be acknowledged. There aren’t too many TV shows that have bothered to do that. (Once in a blue moon, “Frasier” would toss in a Seattle reference, usually an incorrect one.) I even manage to rationalize and forgive the writers when they include inaccuracies about the Scranton area, like the “slow train to Philly” that doesn’t exist… and the “booze cruise” on shallow Lake Wallenpaupack… and the mysterious hallucinatory sandy beach on the Lake Scranton reservoir… those shows were so well written, that I now think there really oughta be a “booze cruise” on the ‘paupack… I know I’d book a cruise! But all those disparate Dunder-Mifflin employees deciding together to undertake an arduous two-and-a-half hour road trip to a Philadelphia bar for a trivia contest in the middle of a Pennsylvania winter… Jim leaving his wife and two kids, including a newborn that nobody seems to want to mention… Stanley, who has never been delighted to be in his co-workers’ company unless he’s “on the clock”… Phyllis, without her other half, Bob Vance… this all makes so little sense, that it seems like the wack work of hack fan-fiction.
Anyway, I can always count on some local beer product placement, and at least they didn’t disappoint me here. I saw bottles of Stegmaier Pale Ale, Yuengling Black and Tan, and Yuengling “green bottle” Lager, which I happened to discover is Barack Obama’s favorite beer. Oddly enough, the Yuengling website no longer features the “green bottle” Lager; it is now in a brown bottle. I wonder if that that switch was made for an ecological reason? Or an aesthetic one? Or is it just the color of the glass that was available at brewing time?
The ending of the episode takes place at yet another bar trivia contest; according to the whiteboards that contestants are displaying, they are at the “Lion Brewery” which is located in Wilkes Barre, Pa; just a hop, skip and a jump from Scranton, which makes a heck of lot more sense. What doesn’t make any sense is the fact that the Lion Brewery is just that; they brew the beer at that location. There is no brew pub. Just a little bit of trivia for you.
~ Bob
Sorry for your frustration Bob, you did still manage to pull together a great Scrantonicity (or Tallahassee-icity) non the less.
I’m working on the episode recap this morning. Hopefully I’ll get it up today. I know I’m usually much more prompt, but I’ve been dealing with toddlers vs the stomach flu all weekend. It has not been pretty. I hope to get them back to school today; I need a break!
Oh Suri, I feel your pain. We were away this weekend. Lucky we made it through our mini-break, but on the way home I was dealing with a vomit-spewing 8 year old.
So, I guess I feel 1/2 your pain, since you were dealing with double-trouble belly issues. I hope the twins feel better already.
Bob, you sound a bit disgruntled with The Office. I hope that’s not the case and that your still firmly gruntled.
It does seem very lazy that in this day & age where “research” consists of a few clicks of a mouse that the writers wouldn’t bother to name actual businesses. Maybe there is a whole protocol involved with naming a real business that it’s almost not worth it. If the red-tape is too thick to bother that would make some sense at to why things don’t ring true. At least, I hope that’s the reason.
But nonetheless, I thought you did a great job as usual ferreting out what was possible to ferret out. I even like you pointing out all the implausibilities an false-hoods about the episode. In fact, you’re so good at doing that, maybe you should change your column from “Scrantonicity” to “Unsolved Mysteries: The Office”.
The average non-PA viewer may not realize that Scranton is 2 1/2 hrs from Philly and that 476N (The Northeast Extension) is not the kind of road you want to be driving after a bar excursion. I know because we drive that road to the Poconos. And Scranton is even further north…
Either way, just keep writing! We (the LITO-ites) always enjoy your comments whether they be Scranton-related or not.
Thanks, guys! I hope all the kids’ gastro-intenstinal distress is over for now.
Naw, I’m not disgruntled. I’m still good and gruntled. I just like pointing out Scrantonistic inconsistencies on the show, and I often do so in an exaggerated manner. Like the fact that Andy is SO concerned with sales figures RIGHT AFTER a cold opening in which they are playing a game of “silence,” to the extent that they don’t even answer the phone.
That just seems like inattentive writing, and they NEED to be taken to the woodshed for it!
Besides, HALF the fun of the show (for me, anyway) takes place here on LITO.
The woodshed, that sounds serious. I’m glad you’re still thoroughly gruntled Bob. That’s like Michael Scott telling Jan at the convention after he negotiated with Hammermill, “Next time I hope you estimate me.”
Donna, I hope your 8 yr old is over the hump. One half of my brood is doing better, while the other one is getting there. He’s not spewing from both ends anymore, just the lower end. Still pretty gross. If it weren’t so damn cold outside I’d have the windows open to air out the house. As it is, I’ll have to depend on Lysol.
Oh Suri…:(
But at least they sleep through the night.
I was just thinking the other day about how truly gross parenthood can be (and demanding, under-appreciated, etc…). If I could have a conversation with my pre-children self, I wonder if I could convince her of the reality of parenthood? Probably not. I was blinded by dreams of cute toddlers in footie pjs frolicking through the house. Little did I know I’d get that dream, but the frolicking would be at 3am! lol My kids are older now: 7,8,10. No more footie pj’s.
Yeah, Donna and HDF, parenthood is certainly no picnic. I always laugh when I see parents trying to convince the smart people who haven’t had kids yet (lol) to have one. I always say that’s just “Misery Loves Company” talk. I always tell people “Think about it. Really think about it. You will love your children like nothing else but it will truly test you.” I only have one but he has his own set of challenges that my wife and I have to deal with daily. Physically he’s good but being autistic (high functioning though, thank God) it has been work. I respect the hell out of you crazy ass ladies for the job you do. I gotta make you some mom awards or something… lol…
I gotta say Bob, you may only be gruntled but this is one of the most annoyed I’ve sensed you being in a Scrantonicity article. And it was, as usual, a good one. I hope they reward you with a rich, reference filled episode soon. You deserve it!
Kevin, if I came across as “annoyed,” it was meant to be a “playful” annoyance. If the “Scrantonistic” references are in short supply, I figure I’ll at least try and have some fun with the “unrealistic Scrantonistic” stuff.
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