I mulled over stealing Time’s line Diarrhea for dinner? but just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead I chose the less outrageous title so that I could blog about a restaurant called Modern Toilet.
Now that is the kind of thing that you don’t really considering as the name of an eating establishment, at least not as an adult. However as the father of young children scatalogical humor is something that we use frequently. Let’s take a look at part of the article:
Diarrhea for dinner? That’s the point. “It’s supposed to shock and confuse the senses,” says Modern Toilet Manager Chen Min-kuang. But as Jennifer Finch, an American who was dining there described it, “They do it tastefully. It’s all very clean.”
Every customer sits on a stylish acrylic toilet (lid down) designed with roses, seashells or renaissance paintings. Everyone dines at a glass table with a sink underneath. The servers bring your meal atop a mini-toilet bowl (quite convenient, as it brings the food closer to your mouth), you sip drinks from your own plastic urinal (a souvenir), and for dessert, soft swirl ice cream atop a dish shaped like a squat toilet.”
But wait, take a look at the names of some of the dishes
The reasonably priced food ranges from curries, pasta, fried chicken amd Mongolian hot pot, to elaborate shaved iced desserts with names like “diarrhea with dried droppings” (chocolate), “bloody poop” (strawberry), and “green dysentery” (kiwi). Despite the disturbing descriptions, the desserts were great. But after seeing curry drip down a mini-toilet, I may never have that sauce again.
I may have to take a trip to Taiwan just to get my own souvenir urinal because that is the kind of thing that you can’t find just anywhere.