In my first passionate sexual awakening, I made sweet sweet love to my housekeeper, Isabelle.

I want to eat at the Kashiwa Mystery Cafe in southern Japan.  That's right, it's a mystery cafe.  You order and pay for your food, and then you go sit down.  Waiters bring you, not  your food, but the food that the previous person in line ordered.  Surprise!  That just sounds like such a cool idea to me.  Unless of course the person in front of you ordered something absolutely disgusting.  But would a restaurant even have disgusting food?  Hopefully not.

The cafe has a few rules. Among them:

• Treat the next person. What to treat them with? It's your choice.
• No buying twice in a row.
• Please enjoy what you get, even if you hate it. (If you really, really hate it, quietly give it to another while saying, "It's my treat...")

Now I have to go to Japan.