Question of the Day | 08/30/2009 11:00 pm
Where is the best public bathroom you know? What makes it so?

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My favorite would have to be the one at the Outlook Restaurant at Delta Downs in Vinton La. It is well maintained and tastefully decorated.
My least favorite would have to be any bathroom in NOLA during Mardi Gras. EEWWWW. I’d rather take the ferry back to Algeirs just to go!
Doe … could New Orleans at Mardi Gras even hold a candle to Oktoberfest in Munich where you were seated in tents at large tables with fun people that didn’t speak your language but could more than keep up on the drinking beer and singing? Did I adore it — yes, as strangers became friends and friends became warm friends — and the laughter together was like nothing I have ever seen. But with the highest consumption of beer per capita that I could never have imagined, pushing your way to the bathrooms was madness. You had to go NOW but you couldn’t get in the door as the lines were forever. In both the women’s and men’s you in the hall on high slatted framing. At first, you wondered why. You learned quickly as you got close to the doors —moreso on the men’s side where "a river ran under it". You eventually needed fishermen "waders" on either side - but of course, had sandals on.
Shall we say that a treat to "the ladies room" was an event in itself? And a trip through the door was fraught with what the beginnings of massive flood must have felt like. When they talk about "a night to remember" this is one that could never never be forgotten. Ever!!!!!!!
Hello Anne! I’m an Atlanta native and have been to the Fabulous Fox many times. A great old theatre—it has a presence. And yes the restroom is like the rest of the building, a luxurious step back into the Roaring Twenties.
But it’s seen many, many people—I’m not a germaphobe, just careful with my health.
Hi all,
Enjoying this discussion because I always make it a point whereever I go to find the nearest bathroom. The Ordway Theater in St Paul has huge beautiful women’s facilities. The Ordway was funded by a woman and she insisted.
Also, I once went to a concert put on by the Gay Men’s Chorus. There was a line at the men’s room and not the women’s. I was in heaven.
Twice a year, my mother would take me to the Brown Dunkin’s department store inTulsa, Oklahoma.We went at Christmas and, again, in the summer. We would eat tin heir lunch room. I always orderedan egg salad sandwich (with the crusts cut off). In the summer I got iced tea with a sprig of mint stuck in the glass. In the winter, I ordered hot tea which arrived with a cinnamon stick placed in the cup. Before lunch, we would have ‘washed up’ in their lovely, lovely bathroom. Black and white tiled floors, marble wash basins, spotless toilets. The bathroom attendant would hand me a freshly ironed handtowel and call me ‘young lady’.
But, the nicest part, to me, were the sofas and chaise lounges which were scattered around the adjoining sitting room. I very much wanted to grow up to be one of those ladies who went to lunch at Brown Dunkin’s every day and then reclined on a chaise lounge, smoking a cigarette from a cigarette holder. My mother said only common women smoked cigarettes. Well, if that made you common, then common I would be. I think that’s about the time when Mama figured out that I was going to be a hard one to raise.
If you sprinkle,
when you tinkle,
please be neat,
and wipe the seat.
Please do not leave your urine for the next woman. I don’t want to make any judgement if you do not want to sit on the seat…to each their own…please clean up after yourself. I do make judgement to those who leave their mess for the next person.

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