A
male-oriented restaurant where the servers' bodacious, natural cleavage is
never on the menu--but always in voluminous supply. Daisy Dukes in various forms (denim, khaki, Lycra) function to round out the servers' assets.
Openly admiring these women is an unspoken, but completely sanctioned, activity by all parties involved: owners, managers, servers, and patrons.
(With apologies to Yoda), "The
force of booblevision is strong yes?"
Breastaurants are in a class by themselves. They are certainly above the
mainstream in terms of atmosphere, but
will never be considered fine dining by pretentious elitists who value "ambiance" (pronounced OM-bee-ahnse) over ample portions of, well... everything.
Breastaurant atmosphere is both fun and titillating. It gives new meaning to the phrase: "Let's head to the mountains!" Likewise, the food is a carnivore's delight.
As such, breastaurants send out a vibe that wards off feminists, vegans, and queer
men in a TWO
block radius.
See also: brestaurant, breastraunt.
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The Metroplex area really has it going on when it comes to breastaurant selection.
Between Twin Peaks, Bone Daddy's and Hooters, one can keep abreast of some of the finest
female forms that
America has to offer
world humanity. Breastaurants should be declared "UNESCO World Heritage" sites.
UNESCO DELEGATE: "I agree! Twins, twins everywhere, it's a bodacious breastacular!
In my country of Crapistan the waitresses all wear BURQAS for Pete's sake! Oy vey."
