I am a man, and as a fairly typical representative of my gender I
enjoy certain things. A large glass of beer. Sports games on high
definition TVs. And, of course, breasts, both of the edible chicken and
ogle-worthy human variety.
That said, I've never been a frequent visitor to breastaurants, the establishments that cater to these basest of desires. This is for a couple reasons. First, anyone who's lived in the Valley for a while has never wanted for views of scantily-clad ladies, so to mix arousal with a meal always seemed excessive.