Dark Bilious Vapors

If you've recently read a newspaper, or surfed the Internet, or watched television, or listened to the radio, or overheard a conversation on the "L," or intercepted terrorist chatter, you're probably aware of Body Sushi, raw fish served atop raw flesh at upscale eatery Kizoku, 358 W. Ontario St.



It's the talk of the town. In the weeks since its introduction, the concept of nearly-naked-woman-as-plate has generated so much buzz in Chicago you'd think we live in an insular farm town in the 1940s. Or Utah.

Lost in the media buzz about the dishes has been the dish, that former belly dancer who, five nights a week, gets paid $100--plus tips--to allow parties of diners to mix fish flesh with fantasy.

She's 24. Her name is, simply, Tabitha. And she'll be your service tonight…
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Q: Do you enforce any rules of etiquette?

A: No tickling; don't be too funny. I don't want to laugh. Be good with your chopsticks--you don't want to drop anything. No forks!