Post by Ms. Kathy on Jan 11, 2005 11:04:31 GMT -6
Ms. W. Williams, a teacher at one of my schools sent this interesting article from the 11/8/04 issue of Peopleabout Dans Le Noir? (In the dark) Restaurant in Paris. There is a similar one in Germany. I have since found the web sites for each of these places which I will post in the web sites list section. I'd love to hear from you if you've ever experienced one of these restaurants!
What's It Like to Be Blind? Guests at a Paris Hot Spot Are Lining UP to Find Out
PEOPLE'S Cathy Nolan goes behind the curtain to experience dining in the dark
For an American in Paris, entering a snooty French restaurant can be intimidating. But as I walk into the new hot spot Dans Le Noir?--it means "in the dark"--I feel more like I'm preparing for a bungee jump: The dining room is pitch black. As in no lights, no candles, not even an emergency exit sign. Will I be able to find my food? What is it like to be blind? I am about to find out.
When I arrive at the sold-out restaurant, I find to my relief that the bar is fully lit. A maitre d' (who can see asks me to put my hands on the shoulders of my "guide-server" Carole )a member of the all-blind wait staff). "I like that we are sharing our experience," she tells me. Carole leads me through three sets of curtains into a dining room as black as the bottom of a mine shaft. I hear restaurant sounds: forks clinking, conversation. But I can't see a thing, and I'm feeling discombobulated. Carole reassuringly guides me to my seat and tells me how to fill my glass--by keeping one finger in it so you know when it's full. One diner freaks out. "I can't do it," she says, and is helped to the door. She's one of about 10 guests to do that so far.
Later the 42-year-old owner, a biusinessman named Edouard de Broglie, explains that he opend Dans Le Noir? on July 14 to expose sighted people to the world of the blind. "It wakes the other senses," he says. He's right. My sense of hearing and touch feel like they've been jolted with caffeine. But when my fish arrives (bones are removed in the kitchen), the meal pleasant but indistinct. Is that a carrot I'm chewing? I start to feel helpless--even scared. I skip the dessert. As I pay my $50 check back in the well-lit bar ("One thing that we won't ever try to do," jokes the manager Alain Mazoyer, "is settle the bill in the dark"), I'm feeling relieved but exhilarated. I'll come back to Dans Le Noir? again, but next time with a good friend.
What's It Like to Be Blind? Guests at a Paris Hot Spot Are Lining UP to Find Out
PEOPLE'S Cathy Nolan goes behind the curtain to experience dining in the dark
For an American in Paris, entering a snooty French restaurant can be intimidating. But as I walk into the new hot spot Dans Le Noir?--it means "in the dark"--I feel more like I'm preparing for a bungee jump: The dining room is pitch black. As in no lights, no candles, not even an emergency exit sign. Will I be able to find my food? What is it like to be blind? I am about to find out.
When I arrive at the sold-out restaurant, I find to my relief that the bar is fully lit. A maitre d' (who can see asks me to put my hands on the shoulders of my "guide-server" Carole )a member of the all-blind wait staff). "I like that we are sharing our experience," she tells me. Carole leads me through three sets of curtains into a dining room as black as the bottom of a mine shaft. I hear restaurant sounds: forks clinking, conversation. But I can't see a thing, and I'm feeling discombobulated. Carole reassuringly guides me to my seat and tells me how to fill my glass--by keeping one finger in it so you know when it's full. One diner freaks out. "I can't do it," she says, and is helped to the door. She's one of about 10 guests to do that so far.
Later the 42-year-old owner, a biusinessman named Edouard de Broglie, explains that he opend Dans Le Noir? on July 14 to expose sighted people to the world of the blind. "It wakes the other senses," he says. He's right. My sense of hearing and touch feel like they've been jolted with caffeine. But when my fish arrives (bones are removed in the kitchen), the meal pleasant but indistinct. Is that a carrot I'm chewing? I start to feel helpless--even scared. I skip the dessert. As I pay my $50 check back in the well-lit bar ("One thing that we won't ever try to do," jokes the manager Alain Mazoyer, "is settle the bill in the dark"), I'm feeling relieved but exhilarated. I'll come back to Dans Le Noir? again, but next time with a good friend.