Or, according to an article in today’s New York Times, you can visit the Hadaka Sushi restaurant in West Hollywood and dish out, um, $1,100 (not including the food).
Executive chef Eddie Brik says the philosophy at Hadaka Sushi is “sushi gone naughty.” The restaurant’s promotional materials say: “For those interested in experiencing something super sensual, very sexy, and maybe even a little wild, a private room offers ... whatever you’re ‘into.’”
Whatever? Forget naked women. I want to eat lobster sashimi off a female lobster. (Would that threaten my self-proclaimed status as a “lobster feminist”?)
But really, feminism is the last thing that comes to mind looking at the picture above. Hey, if you’re into treating a woman like a plate, go for it. But I’ll be hanging around afterward, ready to ask her out on a date—with her clothes on, so I can treat her like a human being. In the long run, which of us is going to have more fun?
Language lesson: In Japanese, sushi served on a naked woman is called nyotaimori—“female body presentation.”
[P.S. Read my new blog entry on Hadaka Sushi’s booth at the L.A. porn convention.]
