As part of yesterday’s Sex and the City Paper experiment, Y&H got the privilege of eating in front of naked women. I had lunch at Camelot Show Bar and, at the urging of a certain restaurateur known to date strippers, I ate dinner at the innocuous-sounding Crystal City Restaurant.

My stomach is fine this morning. My conscience is still a little bruised.

You can read about my adventures in strip-club cuisine in four easy installments below. But one final note before you do.

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Welcome to Sex and the City Paper day. The entire staff — or what’s left of it — will spread out and cover sex, gender, reproductive rights, prostitution, or, in my case, the food that’s served at a few area flesh pushers. Food and sex, of course, have a long history together, from the cinematic romps that abuse various foodstuffs to people who sit at the bar and read Savage Love out loud to each other. The video below, advertising a UK supermarket, is a hilarious take on the classic scene from 9 1/2 Weeks. The Marmite is a brilliant touch.

Look for all our random reporting on Sex and the City Paper over at The Sexist.