Hadaka Sushi, with the name "hadaka" stemming from the Japanese word for "naked" (and for good reason), opened Sunday, March 25 in the former abode of Wacky Waffles on Sunset Blvd. in West Hollywood. The cottage-like dwelling has been transformed from waffles-gone-wacky to sushi-gone-naughty with a new redesign clearly aiming to win a brothel look alike contest.

On the drive up Sunset Blvd., I accidentally, yet very ironically, pulled into the valet of a live nudes club. I quickly realized my mistake, but at the time I did not realize that this was a hilariously accurate premonition of the nakedness I would soon experience.

Inside, the red and black walls featuring framed nudes implied an irrefutable aura of sensuality, though this is the only area where implications were used. The rest of the time, the sexual motif was screamed in your face. You would have no choice but to recognize the decor as if it were standing naked in front of you, literally.

The waiters were donned in semi-transparent Shakespearean carnival shirts and too-tight-for-anyone pants, but admittedly they were adequately covered. It was the female servers whose outfits, (if you could call them that), that had also apparently been borrowed from the club up the street.

Three square inches of fabric congregated to form a saloon-style hat, fishnet stockings and a bustier for the woman who handed me my "naughty" menu. I opened the cover and experienced what seemed to be time travel, as I relived my very first sex ed class experience: mostly confusion with a lot of giggling.

The menu is divided into sections with increasingly suggestive titles-"Turned On" being the tamest-and each flaunts items with equally evocative names. "The Friends With Benefits," "Hot N' Sweaty" and "The Fetish" were the only printable ones. I actually ordered the "Hot N' Sweaty" (fresh seared beef with curry oil), which turned out to be neither, and in fact was partially raw and totally boring.

Though the service was genuine and friendly, the staff promptly made the common yet extremely annoying restaurant mistakes: neglecting to refill the water (which they charge 10 dollars for if you don't specify tap, by the way), bringing out one plate at a time (of already cold food) and the music was far too loud for the good of anyone's cochleae.

However, these were merely kinks yet to be worked out since the restaurant is, after all, only a week old. When I was a week old, I couldn't even open my eyes, let alone serve water at a speedy pace wearing next to nothing, so I figure I can throw them a bone.

I noticed several waitresses making eyes at me as they passed, and I realized that talent must be part of the job requirements. I hurriedly distracted myself with a mysterious door to my left, shaded by a dark lace curtain abstracting a glowing red sign that read "Adults Only."

I snuck a peek as the door closed behind two large men entering and saw a room plated with mirrors and featuring perhaps a different kind of menu. The food arrived, including white rice, grilled asparagus, fried cheese balls, the less than appetizing "Hot N' Sweaty" and my sushi roll, which will remain unnamed thanks to the decency standards of this newspaper.

All except the "Cold N' Dry" were excellent and quite inexpensive, particularly the sushi, which was some of the best I've ever had. After an adequate amount of time for the restaurant staff to get their salmon rolls in a row, I will definitely be going back for more.

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