A restaurant in the entertainment district of Roppongi so elusive, so twisted, so disgusting have been enticing the warped minds of rich folks who has exhausted every possible life experience. This is a restaurant so secretive that it doesn’t even have a name. And it’s main business model is for their clientele of young company presidents and venture capitalist to literally play with their food in the most obscene of ways and then eat them.
The members-only restaurant apparently started quietly in a basement of a building in Roppongi, where the real estate agent had trouble finding other tenants. The news of such a controversial dining spot caught on like wildfire and became popular among the wealthy, who like are obviously used to having their food “their way”.
An S&M club worker only known as, M, tells Jitsuwa Knuckles of Mainichi Daily about her experience when she visited the restaurant after being invited there by one of her regulars, a well-established lawyer.
At first glance, the first floor restaurant appears fairly nondescript. When a customer goes in, they give their name to a receptionist. When they are approved, they pass through a wooden door to be greeted by another door, this one made of metal. Passing a membership card over a scanner outside the door will automatically open it. Inside is an eatery that resembles just about any other Italian restaurant. Membership in the restaurant is open only to those with an annual salary of at least 20 million yen, and a minimum cash flow of 100 million yen.
“After we got into the main restaurant, an employee escorted us down to the basement,” M says. “The walls were pitch black and the floor covered in a blood red carpet, so I guess the place must be a refurbished S&M club.” Once the customer feels prepared, they will be presented with beast of their choice. In the lawyer’s case, it was a sow.
“I’d been told what to expect, but when I actually saw what was happening, it was as shocking as you’d imagine it to be,” M tells Jitsuwa Knuckles. “Later, the lawyer told me the appeal of the place just came about because when people have got money and done everything else, they turn toward bestiality.”
Once the lawyer had finished porking the pig, the couple returned to the first floor and sat at a table to dine. M says she was totally shocked when staff members carried in roast pork — made of the same sow the lawyer had earlier been with.
“I was about to vomit,” M says. “It was the same pig that had been squealing just moments before. Now, it had been roasted whole. I managed to avoid eating it by only having salad.”
Incidentally, prices range from 200,000 yen to 500,000 yen for a chicken, dogs cost somewhere between 300,000 yen and 800,000 yen, while pigs and goats start at around 800,000 yen. Charges are higher depending on whether the creature is female and how active it is. It makes me feel sicker than I already am when I know they have made available the option for male customers to choose male animals.
“The owner says he is prepared to cook up any kind of animal at all,” M tells Jitsuwa Knuckles. “He even said he’d prepare elephants … but I think he might have been joking about that.”
The WaiWai column of the Mainichi Daily from which this piece of news comes from has been heavily contested for it’s credibility due to detached translations. I’m not so sure about the validity of this possible urban legend, but too many sources have confirmed it’s existence. I’m not sure I want to investigate further or at all.
