I checked out London’s naked restaurant and now I’m converted to eating in the nude
Located in a disused pub south of the river (the organiser asked me not to be more specific, presumably fearing some kind of naked flash mob), the vibe was very much ‘spa at a luxury hotel’ as I walk in, with guests in bathrobes lounging in a dimly lit bar that is all tree trunk tables, bamboo and candles. After changing and putting our clothes in lockers, my friend and I are led by a similarly naked waitress into the restaurant space, which is a winding hallway with little circular booths branching off, some shared, some private, depending on your level of comfort. Neither of us are particularly fazed by being naked around others (we say we’re good to share a booth but end up on a table for two) and frankly in 2016 it seems pretty childish to be, but the nudity aspect really isn’t that overwhelming – the space being so dark that passing figures are mostly silhouettes.
read more – Source:* Independent UK