By Jim Hagarty
I am not much for dining out, for a variety of reasons. The first reason is, I have no money. I lied, there are no other reasons.
However, there are restaurants now in Paris and London, both places I have been to, which won’t serve you unless you are naked.
Count me in!
The biggest drawback with dining out is feeling the need to dress up a bit to enter a fine establishment. Any self-respecting hobo would not be seen dead in anything from my wardrobe so this is a challenge for me. If it is now possible to go for a meal without the requirement that I be dressed at all, I just might become a frequent diner.
All the servers in these restaurants, which have waiting lists in the thousands, are naked. After you disrobe, you are offered a skimpy robe if you insist on being somewhat clothed, or you can let it all hang out.
One of my favourite things to do is people watch. I believe attending the proceedings in one of these restaurants might heighten my enjoyment of both my people watching and my other favourite interest which is eating.
Yesterday I got a stronger prescription in my eyeglasses so like a hawk, I can spot a mouse in a grassy field 500 feet below. My optometrist put a special coating on the lenses which she promised would help me see in the dark. I am all set.
Well, I keep writing but I can’t find my way out of the mess this story has become, a story I can clearly see did not need writing, so I had better stop now.
What’s that? I should have stopped sooner?
I agree.
But just barely.
