Breastaurant

Two things attracted Andrew Rodgers and his bachelor-party buddies to Hooters of Virginia, Inc., Roanoke's first and only “breastaurant.”

And feminists aren't the only ones complaining about the Island's inaugural “breastaurant”: Concerned parents whose broods play in the park across the street wonder how to shield them from the chain's double-entendre name, which is about as sophisticated as those looseleaf notes you furtively passed in high school health class.

Busting out of Las Vegas and onto the local pub scene is this breastaurant. Think Hooters girls in micro-kilts and push-up bras.

Yet despite negative media attention, breastaurants like Twin Peaks, Spice Rack, Hooters, and Tilted Kilt Pub & Eatery seem to be thriving. While casual-dining chains like Applebee’s and Olive Garden are struggling mightily, many breastaurant chains reported 30% or more growth in the last few years.

Helen calls her chest the “breastaurant.” By the time Lili was three months old, Helen says, breastfeeding — oh, excuse me, eating at the breastaurant — became a piece of cake.

No small wonder, since your little one uses your breasts as everything from food supply to a source of comfort. Although time is the best healer, there are some things you can do until your body gets used to being a “breastaurant”: […]

After a long feed, she's sleeping. I take this opportunity to transform from nurser to writer, and I don't know how much time I have until I must, Supermanlike, make the quick change back into “breastaurant” again.