Grade: B+
Considering that the stairway down to the Empire Brewing Co. simulates an NYC subway entrance, the restaurant's men's room is actually quite nice. There is a certain subterranean atmosphere, but it is more that of a cool cave than a sleazy underworld.
The first thing I noticed when I walked in the door was the smell of chlorine bleach, which is not at all a bad smell considering the potential alternatives. The overhead lighting is low, and the walls are a deep metallic bronze color. The floor-length urinal reminds one of relieving himself in a frigid underground creek, watching the steam rise as the liquids meet. The stall and urinal divider are stainless steel, though they could use a bit of polishing. The sink and soap dispenser are standard and manual, but an Xlerator dryer - instantly dissolving moisture like a sudden daft between cracks in the fungi-covered rock - is thrown in for good measure.
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