no entry and no time makes stine go something something...

So last night we went out to dinner at a luxe sushi place and I figured I'd be home in time to write an entry all about it, but then we didn't get home until like one a.m. or technically the next day. My apologies.

Little did I know, the sushi place that Marilyn chose for us to celebrate our traditional birthday dinner (hers is a week after mine) was the very same place that features "naked sushi" as one of their highlights.

This was in the news a lot about two months ago, and no, we did not partake of the naked part of the sushi place....it is an interesting concept that the owner claims he saw happen in Japan. A woman (or man) lies down on a table and is adorned with sushi on various parts of her body. [click here for image]

I'm torn on the whole concept. The sanitation manager part of me thinks it's really gross. The woman in me thinks it's disgusting and demeaning. The high art concept side of me says, that's kinda cool. There are just so many things I feel about it. But I guess the owner is making money off this, so if you have the cash, pony up.

As our eight o' clock reservation began to fill up with sushi and wine, we entertained thoughts about staying for what happens after hours at Kizoku, when it becomes the K Lounge. I think we were expecting the lights to go down (nearly turned out, as it was) and some music to start up (which we could feel through the floor and our seats), and it to be mostly, somewhat tame.

What ensued, as much as we could make out, was a jam packed night club setting, which was bizarre considering we had been in a demure, restaurant setting just hours before. To enter the K Lounge? $20 to get in with a $3 mandatory coat check. We were politely asked to leave several times, perhaps the big shot that got out of the stretch hummer limo wanted to have the best table in the house (Table 37, set in the corner of the restaurant, prime people watching spot, half moon booth style table).

We were ready to leave anyway, after nearly a dozen maki rolls, two orders of sashimi (which was so amazingly good, it was just scandalous), three bottles of wine, another round of drinks (a martini for me) while we watched the "atmosphere" get set up; which included a dj mixing table, disco lights, and a photographer who took portraits in the dark for ten bucks and printed on the scene.

very surreal.