Host at O’naturel in Paris to couple: “May I take your coats?”
Husband: “Yes, that would be perfect. Thank you.”
Host (trying to sound dignified): “May I take your skirt, blouse, shirt and pants, too?”
Wife: (slightly embarrassed): “Oh, right, of course.”
Host (trying not to stare): “And may I take your undergarments?”
Husband (stealing his clothes back from the host and fleeing to the nearest restroom): “I can’t do it! I can’t eat dinner wearing only a napkin on my lap!”
As far as I know, no such scene has ever taken place at O’naturel, the first full-time nudist restaurant in Paris, a city known for accommodating those who let it all hang out. But some kind of fear has kept diners away from O’naturel because the place will soon become the first full-time nudist restaurant in Paris to kiss its – well, you know what – goodbye.
The owners recently announced that O’naturel would bid au revoir on Feb. 16, after a 15-month run in the City of Light. As to the cause of the closure, the New York Post may have stated it most succinctly: The restaurant couldn’t put “butts in seats.”
“We’re shutting down because we didn’t have enough clients. We would have preferred this adventure to go on for longer,” the founders, Mike and Stephane Saada, told The Guardian in a statement.
Even with the apparently growing population of nudists in France, it’s not difficult to imagine that O’naturel had a small pool (hot tub?) of patrons to draw from: those who feel comfortable dining in the altogether. Naturists typically identify with the freedom associated with shedding their clothes, which liberates them from the usual markers of class, fashion and trends. Or they may see naturism as a kind of feminist statement – to walk naked without the unwanted attention of the male gaze – or even as a comment on our lost connection to the natural world.
But dining naked may be too artificial, too obvious. It may make explicit what is already implicit at the dinner table: Eating is a sensual act, maybe even an erotic one. Hollywood has known for decades, most famously with the great comic dining scene in “Tom Jones.” Or maybe, as one woman told the Daily Mail after dining at London’s naturist restaurant Bunyadi, she felt more naked without her phone than eating naked.
I mean, there could be 101 reasons O’naturel is going toes up, such as:
No one could stomach the guy who belted out Radiohead’s “Creep” during Nude Karaoke Nights.
No one wanted to bend over to fetch a dropped napkin.
Hot coffee spills turned into emergency room visits.
Owners couldn’t find anyone to clean the black seat covers, which were changed between seatings.
Servers kept reminding male diners about the no-scratching rule.
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