Anything calling itself a 'breastaurant' is just a really crap strip club with a food fetish. Besides, that isn't really what I was getting at. I don't think i

Anything calling itself a 'breastaurant' is just a really crap strip club with a food fetish. Besides, that isn't really what I was getting at. I don't think it is what the author was getting at either. What I was trying to get at is that enjoyment of food is highly subjective and this writer says he gets himself worried if he sees pretty women enjoying themselves at the same restaurant he has just entered. He is basically setting himself up for a sequence of self-fulfilling prophecies that start from having an utterly ridiculous set of biases in the first place.