BED

I went to BED with four strangers last night.

The BED was large and plush and tons of pillows for your head.

I have never been to bed with that many people at one time.

The Waltons have.

I explored one of the many places in South Beach that cater to the Tantric / Erotica group.

The place where the foods are supposed to make ya feel a little sexy and while your there - maybe you can make a friend or two (wink, wink)

The place is called....BED. I have heard about it. Had a friend who was a DJ there. You would pass right by it if you didn't know it was there. Only the velvet ropes let you know there is something inside.

Windows are covered with paper and it looks like an empty storefront. Who knew that when you entered - behind the gauzy sheets hanging from the ceiling...That a restaurant was actually inside?

Because the weather has been so wonderful - I have had many a visitor that have visited South Florida recently.

Because they are also customers - I have had the opportunity to go to some of the places I would never venture into myself. I am too frugal for the expensive fare and the long waits.

BED at least offered a few things that the other places that I have eaten didn't.

First was portions. I actually had to work at finishing off my meal.

Usually - they are so artsy fartsy that a bite is all you get. You leave hungry and poor. But not BED. I was stuffed.

Granted - they only have three things on the menu and three appetizer and two desserts - but the prices were semi reasonable and I think they probably got us more for the drinks than the actual meal.

Also - be prepared for a two hour meal. I questioned my BED-mates on why they warn you at the door. They all said..Slow cook. But - I soon realized it was an experience that they were selling you, along with the food. For two hours that bed is all yours. With the groovy lighting and mood music playing in the background - it was a pleasurable experience.

The only problem we had was - they serve your dinner on the huge plates and with so many people eating in bed - you have to be a little flexible to make room. One of my bedmates was very animated talking with her hands and flung a martini my way. The bed quickly absorbed all the vodka and I was sitting in a wet-spot for the remainder of the night. (Figures - haha)

I would go to BED again.

I liked BED.

I thought is was fun and a very cool experience.

I think I might invite a few more strangers to join me.

Does that make me easy?