While certainly not the Cordon Bleu variety, the fare these good-looking, bantam-boobed waitresses serve up is your basic, spicy sexual cuisine that should prove gilling in a pinch.
The key? Each of the four hetero encounters--three duos and a triad--set in a very randy restaurant are infused with generous amounts of high energy.
Special kudos go to C.J. Bennett, who gives the tape's most hot-wired performance while taking Brian Surewood and J.J. Michaels up, down and in all three of her hungry holes. It's a wonder she didn't short-circuit the joint's fuse box.
On the down side, the uncredited director makes the mistake of cross-cutting between two of the other scenes, thereby undermining their masturbatory potential since many viewers will get turned on by one or the other, but probably not both.
And the production values, alas, leave something to be desired. The tape has a green tint throughout and the light jazz score is as generic as they come, better suited for a tampon commercial than a stroke vid.