Osaka - a Night at Pure

Pure it was not. Meatmarket would be a more apt phrase to use when describing this fairly lacklustre establishment. Of course, when we went out on a girls night it was fantastic fun, and more than one of us smooched a sexy Japanese man or two those of us who were not able to smooch atleast had some "pure" fun dirty dancing with any number of sleazy gentlemen. Ahhh, all in good fun. Not the kind of place I'd go on a regular basis (Lauren had her faced licked, literally from eyebrow to chin, by a not otherwise objectionable Brazilian man), but good for a crazy, ridiculous laugh. Couldn't help but feel I might be getting a little old for this crap, but that might have been the watered-down cocktails. Cop a squizz...