Let me start by saying that Plum's restroom was the inspiration for this blog in the first place. I can't remember the last time I visited a public restroom that evoked such strong emotions.
Amanda and I went for Valentine's Day dinner, and the men's room exceeded expectations even for such a romantic evening. The walls are covered in a hip brown, beige and gray tiling. General lighting is low and soft. The sink and soap dispenser are both automatic, and there are some extremely durable yet soft paper towels lined up in a decorative basket along the counter. The toilets, floor and sink are impeccably clean. There are two urinals - one high and one low, so as to accommodate all clientele - and the door to the stall runs almost completely floor-to-ceiling, which is great for privacy when one feels as though he is dangerously near to barfing (this is, fortunately, not a restaurant review site). It really says a lot about an establishment's restroom when you can be both doubled over in pain on your knees in front of the toilet and sublimely comfortable at the same time.
What really seals the deal, though, is the lighting at the sink. There are two rows of soft lights lining either side of the mirror that manage to achieve the flattering effect of the best dressing rooms. I had not shaved my head or beard in a week and, as I said, had recently been fighting for my life on the stall floor not four paces away. Still, in that mirror, I looked like one of the most handsome men in the world.
Consensus: Clean, comfortable, great ambiance, and no matter what you actually look like, your reflection in Plum's men's room mirror will look something like this (complete with little halos of light in your eyes, I swear):