I always like comin out here…their filet and their fantastic dinner rolls are always good (which, oddly enough, the dogs enjoyed this morning—the rolls, not the filet—after tearing through the pantry and discovering someone had left last night’s leftovers out on the counter while preparing today’s lunch). Their bar is solid and well-stocked (probably  not gonna find Chopin, but their drinks are good ).

But you’re not here for food reviews, you’re here for bathroom reviews! So, let’s get to the *ahem* meat *ahem* of this review.

Pretty standard as restrooms go, clean and virtually grafiti-free (I say “virtually” because I only used the urinal, and there was no grafiti there…I’m not sure about the stalls). Some guy came in while I was taking care of business and decided to cough up a lung…apparently it was so bad he felt the need to leave paper towels in the sink. I’d have grabbed pics, but a bunch of people came in as I was fixin’ to do that, and again, it’s kinda weird to do bathroom reviews, so…sorry, you miss out. It wasn’t particularly gross or anything, so just picture some white industrial-type paper towels in a sink, and you’ve got it. See? Even better than the real thing!

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