Food in the nude?

by | Jan 6, 2018 | Food & Drink

Paris’ first nudist restaurant

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]You don’t have to worry about what to wear for dinner in the newly opened O’Naturel, the first nudist restaurant in Rue de Gravelle, Paris.

Upon entering, diners are asked to strip down to their birthday suit and leave their clothes in a cloakroom before entering the dining area. Only the chef, waiters, and co-owners Mike and Stephane Saada are allowed to enter the restaurant clothed.

“We wanted to open a bistronomique restaurant with a unique concept. We know that it surprises a lot of people, but we want O’Naturel to satisfy nudists’ needs, and there is high demand for it,” the brothers said.

There are no dividers between tables to keep away wandering eyes. The inside of the restaurant, however, is not visible from onlookers outside thanks to thick, white curtains covering the windows and ensuring privacy within.

O’Naturel only seats 40 people and serves delectable French fare. In continuing with respect for naturist values, vegan options are available as well. www.restaurant-onaturel.fr

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