One of the busiest-looking places in Tokyo proper is the Shibuya Scramble Crossing. On Halloween, it is hopping with costume-goers. On any other night it’s just hopping.
I met with a couple friends by the Hachiko Statue (the dog statue). Even though we were all next to it, we had trouble finding each other in the river of people streaming around it. Finally, we located each other and headed up the main street, past the Shibuya 109 store.
Our friends GPS led us up and up and then finally left to a very seedy side of Shibuya, one filled with love hotels and girly bars. The kind of place that’ll get really busy later that evening. We’re not there for any of that.
We head into the Alcatrez ER restaurant:
Where they take us to our cell. Yes, you pay to be locked up in a mental hospital. I guess that kind of fits if you’re mental enough to go this themed restaurant. A nurse locks us up.
The walls of our cell have Japanese pornographic material drawn in the design of old Japanese woodblock prints. It’s not quite what I expected. I thought this was the Lock-Up (a supposedly haunted themed restaurant). Oh well.
The menu is as rated X as the walls and bars, if not more so. The drinks are… um… shaped in very unique ways. One come with a vibrator that you use to mix your drink. That’s one of the “tamer” drinks. So oh my.
The nurse delights in embarrassing and shocking the clients who mostly appear to be foreigners. She works to get us to say dirty words in Japan. She does this by saying words we don’t know the meaning to. Since these are words I’ve never heard before, when she says, “Do you know ####?”
We go, “####?” and the Japanese guys in the next cell giggle like school girls.
Then the nurse says, “Oh, can you say $%$#&$?”
We exchange looks and go, “$%$#&$” and the Japanese men in the next cell almost fall over in laughter and giggle. By now we’re catching in on the joke. These are all raunchy words.
My friend, L, delights in this and joins in saying more which send the Japanese guys into stitches.
Later, our drinks and food arrive. We all split the food, but we each got a drink. One of the drinks looked like this:
That is a drink. You suck up his “brains” through a straw in the top of his head.
This is what my drink looked like:
I got one of the few G-rated drinks unless there is something saucy about rainbows.
The drinks were fun and the food all right. It’s really the experience you come for.
And what a show! Someone in a different cell got the “Birthday Special”. That means they close all the doors and escaped “mental patients” in scary masks come out to terrorize you in cells. It’s quite hilarious because we’re laughing more than screaming.
Oh, and you call your waitress by ringing the bars with a steel rod.
Anyhow, we finally make our escape (prison break), but get charged an “escapee” fee.
For a one time experience it’s quite fun. It’ll definitely embarrass the heck out of your more prudential friends. Check it out if you are ever in Shibuya and want to be locked up in an asylum restaurant.