Two years ago, this site covered the rise of the breastaurant. Now, a male counterpart has arrived. Mitch Wright chronicled his experience there:

“He’s the hottest guy here,” said a swarthy, braces-wearing, Red Bull-vodka-ordering young man sitting nearby referring to Brad. While I was there, ya boy Brad tended bar for three consecutive hours wearing only these shorts. A shirt? Surely you jest. Don’t insult Brad. Beautiful Brad ain’t wearin’ no shirt, chief.