The Boob Room

Last night was birthday dinner number two with friends. 

Reservations were at 33 Restaurant in Boston's Back Bay.

I walked in early with one friend and then immediately showed us to our table "in the lounge."

It was a private area, there were only a few tables around and we were a big party. One wall was a LCD screen that turned various colors on a timer and the mesh ceiling hid the ugliness of the real ceiling, but who looks up when they are eating?

We ordered a half bottle of Moet and toasted to birthdays, friends and good health and happiness. Halfway into our second glass of champagne, my friend inquisitively asked, "Are those women's breasts?"

I looked up at the wall and noticed that the photos surrounding the area were all boobs. Women's boobs. All sorts of them. I asked our server what the purpose of the boob photos were and she said, "Usually, this downstairs area is the lounge on Friday and Saturday nights. From about 9 o'clock on, it's just the bar and people mingling. We put tables down here tonight because we had a lot of reservations."

That makes sense. Until we realized that the purpose of the photos were to provide an erotic atmosphere for the "loungers". Imagine? Here you are, sipping a martini in the lounge, and up walks a gentleman to talk to you. Do you think he really wants to talk to you? Or do you think he wants to know if your boobs look like those along the walls of "the lounge" at 33 Restaurant? 

To be honest, the food and drinks were just so-so at 33 Restaurant. The atmosphere, however, was charming. We affectionately named this year The Year of the Boob, and off we went into the night.