We made it to Robot Restaurant! You get your tickets across the street, and then led through this hallway mirror, up some loud, wacky stairs and into a waiting room that has gold shells for chairs, colors, mirrors, lights and chandeliers everywhere. There were two robot musicians playing jazz, the best Japanese toilet so far in the restroom, and …… YELLOW DORITOS.
We hung out here for a while, until it was time for the show to begin. We were lead back downstairs to a large room with a runway down the middle. Turns out, we had front row seats. A ringleader instructed us to not touch the robots and to “make a dodge!” if something is heading your way. This is about the time I lose words to accurately describe the pure bonkers-ness of this experience. There is lasers, smoke and explosions. There are “savages” playing giant bongo drums, there is a whole story line where a race of robot aliens is trying to take over a peaceful planet of cute robot animal friends. A robot shark and monkey battled a robot alien mistress with lasers coming out of their mouth and eyes. There were breakdancers in trippy black lights, there were musical numbers and strange voice overs and at one point they bought out a chain fence and put it in front of us to contain the robots (??). There was also a strange zebra-ception vignette, where a zebra was carrying a blow up zebra on it’s shoulders while riding a robot zebra. I don’t think words can even do this place justice.
Meredith R. Allen 