That’s the beauty of capitalism in America, she is free to waste her money any way she wants!
It took me forever to find a barber with a "no chicks allowed" policy and I love that experience.
We can smoke, cuss, look at decades of Playboy magazines, belch, fart, make tasteless jokes about women and generally enjoy ourselves in there.
One woman wandering into the joint unobstructed would ruin the whole experience.
Sometimes, the jokes just write themselves.
Will this breastaurant close every twenty eight days for cramps?
One is forced to wonder if women actually eat that much steak; this could easily become a formula for bankruptcy.
I hope she succeeds. If her restaurant model works she has plowed new ground in dining establishments. Bless her for that and bless American capitalism!
All this idiot has to do is do ads for an existing steakhouse and I won’t eat there.
God bless the free market. I’m only guessing that the steak-oriented menu isn’t going to make it in a demographic that likes fashion runways and watching its waistlines, but what the hell do I know? If she succeeds, more power to her.
Actually, I have suspect that she might have something there.
Her idea is that a lot of women are extremely self conscious about having a hearty dinner around men, because they have been taught that men will think of them as “bloat hogs” if they see them eating steak or even a hamburger, not just a small salad with a sprinkling of vinegar on it.
Of course, the vast majority of men wouldn’t think such a thing, unless a woman was really gorging herself, but that would not reduce women’s apprehension one bit. It is self inflicted.
But think of how many girls and women have anorexia and bulimia. So there is some psychology at work here.
Which kind of makes me wonder if the restroom in the restaurant will have a vomitorium area.
Sorry ladies but I had to say it!
Hey, reminds me of a Far Side Comic t-shirt I once owned. A cow is eating a burger and other cows are watching her, in TOTAL dismay and disgust! Caption reads: "You`re SICK Bessie, sick, sick, sick!"
Below that is Bessie with the caption: "Tastes just like chicken."
For some reason this quoute from “Cheers” popped into my head:
Sam Malone: [about the organizers changing the Miss Boston Barmaid contest to a skills based contest rather than chest size contest] The whole contest has gone to hell. I mean, believe me, I really presented my case to the contest committee. Look, I made a graph, here, look at this.
[Sam holds up a line graph, the points which are pretty consistently high except for one very low point]
Sam Malone: Now these are the bust measurements of all the winners since 1976, and almost to a woman, they’re over a thirty-eight.
Woody Boyd: What’s this one that dips way down here?
Sam Malone: Ah, that’s the year Diane won.