I just won fifty million dollars in the Powerball lottery and decided to invest every dime of it into a restaurant.
A super hip, super New Age-y, super cool one, of course. A restaurant that takes the "deconstuction" trend to a new level.
The concept is Deconstructed Deconstruction
Like so:
The dining area will be a pitch black giant-airplane-hangar-sized empty spherical space, with pinpoints of light all over the ceiling, floor, and walls, like a planetarium.
No tables, no chairs, no menu... just a polished acrylic jet-black see-through floor that runs through the center of it to sit on.
Diners will be brought to the center of the floor, seated, handed a napkin and a pair of chopsticks to pick up and control a second pair of chopsticks (how à jour, right?), and after a suitable wait to confer a bit of drama, served.
What will they be served? A cantaloupe-sized ball of rock, a sunlamp, and a ticking timer set to four billion years.
For an extra charge the rock ball can be dressed with a bit of Foam Foam---i.e. deconstructed foam---of course.
Thoughts?
A super hip, super New Age-y, super cool one, of course. A restaurant that takes the "deconstuction" trend to a new level.
The concept is Deconstructed Deconstruction
Like so:
The dining area will be a pitch black giant-airplane-hangar-sized empty spherical space, with pinpoints of light all over the ceiling, floor, and walls, like a planetarium.
No tables, no chairs, no menu... just a polished acrylic jet-black see-through floor that runs through the center of it to sit on.
Diners will be brought to the center of the floor, seated, handed a napkin and a pair of chopsticks to pick up and control a second pair of chopsticks (how à jour, right?), and after a suitable wait to confer a bit of drama, served.
What will they be served? A cantaloupe-sized ball of rock, a sunlamp, and a ticking timer set to four billion years.
For an extra charge the rock ball can be dressed with a bit of Foam Foam---i.e. deconstructed foam---of course.
Thoughts?