Grade: C-
If a bathroom is going to be utilitarian and lack any sort of character whatsoever, all I ask is that it be kept clean. This one is clearly tended to every day, and it shows. Everything is manually operated, but the soap dispensers are always stocked and there are rarely any soiled surfaces to speak of (a certain Monday morning after a holiday party in the lobby notwithstanding).
But then it certainly isn't without its drawbacks. The water at the sink is always cold, though this can be somewhat excused considering it's the 10th floor in an old building. The knob is missing from one of the stalls, and while it still locks you can see straight through to the toilet, as pictured below. (A side note: oddly, dudes always seem to choose this stall first, though the other one is generally unoccupied. I have not yet pieced together why. Especially considering this next point...) The same stall's toilet seat has been loose for some time. It seems that it would not take a lot to tighten it. I could probably tighten it myself, but why would I do a thing like that? Also, one of the urinals does not flush very well, and as a result its water is always an unsettling shade of yellow.
The strangest thing about this restroom is that the men's and women's rooms, while obviously separated by their own individual doors, each lie at the end of a short, narrow corridor behind a single door marked "Restrooms." There is nothing quite like holding the bathroom door open for a female.
I feel as though I've been stuck in an endless rut of bland, average and generally unimpressive restrooms recently. Had I the money, I would take my girl out to some really fancy joint that would be guaranteed to have nice facilities just so I could write a gushing, appreciative review about it. Instead, I'll probably just walk into a nice place, go to the bathroom, flush the toilets, turn the sink on for a few seconds, take some pictures and leave.
Here is a picture of the secret 11th floor (seen from the 10th floor men's room window) in which a hobo may or may not be living:
one luv, stool.ass.
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