Reconnaissance Mission

One of the unfortunate facts about writing a blog about bathrooms is that my view is incredibly biased. I get to explore the niceties of Women's restrooms with absolute no idea what the other side looks and sounds like. The only thing that I have to compare it to is the boys bathrooms at the school where I work, and trust me, you do not want that comparison.

If find myself asking these questions: "wow, the Shamrock has an entire room for the girls, do the boys get one?" OR "there is a chair in this lovely bathroom for visitors,  do the boys get one as well." Many conversations with my boyfriend in restaurants often start or end with the question, "so, what's it like in there?" His response, "You really don't want to know." I appreciate his insight. He makes funny jokes about how lining men up like cattle in the restroom will inevitable end up with the men acting like animals. He enlightens me that he does not need an extra person in the restroom who offers him towns and mints after his visit with Lou; how he is perfectly capable of drying his hands on his own. He also reminds me that I might be the only person with the fun inquisitive nature for the Lou. So, I was elated when the day come when he offered. We were at the Publiq house listening to a mediocre woman sing when he turns to me and asks, "you wanted me to check out this bathroom, right?" I was giddy. I was going to have inside view of a men's bathroom! I had to mentally prepare myself!

I was pretty impressed to find out that the men's restroom looked strikingly similar to the women's restroom. He even pointed out that his favorite part was the doors as stalls, "that was pretty neat." I wanted all of the details. What was behind the stalls? Was there a trough or were their actual urinals? Did they have foam soap. Unfortunately, he could not answer all of my questions. He offered to sneak me in there to do my own work, but pictures sufficed!

Remember my previous post to the Publiq House? The walls are lined with old, tinted wood that looks fresh out of an Instagram posting. The stalls are made out of old house doors with giant steel latches on the inside. This is pretty much what the boys' room looks like, except for one addition: the urinals. There was no trough (which I was happy about) and it was something interesting enough to write about.

I came to the following conclusion about the male restroom at any given establishment. If I am blown away by the eccentricity of a women's Lou at a restaurant, bar, or brewery, I am sure that I will be tickled about the men's side of things.  My boyfriend assures me that I will be wrong, but I challenged him to walk into Bistro Daisy and see if there was seating for two in the solo bathroom? I think he is just worried there will be an attendant counting his time on the john.