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steak, potato chips, and some fries

The great thing about Bobby Vans is that one can basically sneak in whenever they want to. Since this place is always hustling and bustling with people, it's very easy to go in unrecognized-- either as a potential customer waiting in line for a table, or someone finishing up a meal. This is always my go-to pit stop when I'm in the Grand Central area.
toadstool1024 Female, 40 years old.
New York, New York
On April 7, 2014, 10:53 am
What I Did in Here: stinky bomb

Mozzarella sticks & a glass of Chardonnay; bloated

Though I wouldn't personally recommend coming here, as I had my bank information compromised during my visit, I did have a great time. Even if my $55 tab turned into a $500 shopping spree at Toys-R-Us. Thanks, Sandy from fraud services, but alas.

The place is a lot bigger than it looks, with tons of space on the ground floor and yet another bar on the upper level, which is perfect for the kind of private party I was attending. There were slick little couches to lounge about on and large flat screens to drown yourself in.

I can only speak for the bathroom on this upper level, which is literally two steps away from the bar. It's a unisex, single toilet, with space enough to do dirty deeds, but did I mention how close it is to the bar? Everyone will see you going in and there will be no question about who dropped the stinky bomb if you decide to leave one.

While I definitely won't be coming here again, I can understand the appeal. Refrain from opening tabs. Just use cash through the night and you should enjoy yourself.
slackerology Female, 31 years old.
Brooklyn, New York
On March 12, 2014, 7:56 pm
What I Did in Here: Tinkled and may have peed on my shoe a little, what the hell.

Two Manhattans & the driest Mahi Mahi tacos of all time

I was here recently to see a Stephanie Mills concert. Arriving to the shows early means you get a group ticket that allows you and your party to wait downstairs in the comfort of Lucille's Cafe until the club opens. If you see how long the queue outside gets, you won't regret showing up an hour or two early. The food at the restaurant is expensive and terrible; the drinks at the bar are expensive but amazing. The bathroom in Lucille's is located on the balcony above, accessible by a flight of stairs near the entrance. It's several stalls large, spacious, and quite clean.

Inside the club, the bathrooms will be to the right of the entrance. Once the place gets packed, or rather, once a performance starts, there's an attendant present for your hand drying needs. You'll also find the normal freshening up tools: cheap body spray, some lotions, assorted candies, etc.

Despite how crowded this place gets--standing room only once the tables are filled and there will be a lot of people standing-- no one ever seems to attack the bathroom all at once. For all the bobbing and weaving it sometimes took to get to the bathroom, there was never a line and the bathroom managed to stay clean throughout the night.
slackerology Female, 31 years old.
New York, New York
On March 8, 2014, 12:38 pm
What I Did in Here: Peed about three times and nabbed a peppermint.

Bottom Shelf Vodka

My experience normally would have been 2 stars but because I REALLY had to go I decided to bump it up another star. This Stop & Shop bathroom was an average/below-average restroom but thank GOD it was there. The night before I had a little too much bottom shelf vodka and I had such an intense stomach ache the next day. Let's just say it was top 3 worst "number two" in my life and I'm glad it's over. I won't go into details but take my word for it.

I wouldn't go out of my way for this bathroom but it was luckily extremely convenient given my urgency. Stop & Shop is good too because you can walk right in, do your thing, and then leave right after.

P.S. I forgot that my phone was on LOUD and when I took the picture of the bathroom one of their employees was at the urinal and clearly heard the "snap" sound my phone makes. At that point I just quickly left the bathroom.
Prismic Male, 28 years old.
Allston, Massachusetts
On February 27, 2014, 11:01 pm
What I Did in Here: TMI...that's all I'm going to say...

ramen, and some water

This place is absolutely incredible. The toilet is on the 6th floor, and is the finest publicly-available 5-star toilet in New York City. I highly recommend this venue.

The toilet paper, soap, and amenities are everything one can expect from the world's most luxurious jewelry store, at their finest and most striking location at the heart of 5th avenue.

The sheer fame and prestige of this venue are second to none, and the fact that their toilet is publicly accessible is a huge bonus. One can literally walk directly into the venue, ride the elevator up to the 6th floor, and make a left towards the toilets.

This is as as close to free 5-star treatment as it gets!
toadstool1024 Female, 40 years old.
New York, New York
On February 20, 2014, 4:55 pm
What I Did in Here: Thoroughly enjoyed myself and made good use of the VERY fine toilet paper

No shortage of words comes to

No shortage of words comes to mind when I think of the commode at Solas/Lenox Hotel. Neo-classical. Elegant. Inspired. The paramount of posh potties, the Louvre of loos.

True to its 18th century Parisian roots, this privy is a positive pleasure palace for traditional purists of washroom refinement. Indeed, every inch of this latrinalia-free latrine sparks so brilliantly that I felt helplessly under-dressed for the occasion. The work of washroom pioneers Frank Lloyd Wright [innovator of the hanging wall toilet] and Austrian Friedensreich Hundertwasser is evident. I felt as if I were an overwhelming offense defiling the sartorial prestige of this particular powder-room. Dumbstruck and humbled by this bedazzled spectacle, I finished cleaning a bit of graisse de porc off the lapels of my saxxon silk, and left speechless. Bravo.
VigoTheCarpathian Male, 32 years old.
Boston, Massachusetts
On February 12, 2014, 3:59 pm
What I Did in Here: Admired

I entered without hesitation,

I entered without hesitation, delusional and naive. Instantly, I was confronted with the grotesque reality of the situation. A pungent odour of unflushed fecal fodder sent me into shock, my mind went blank with amnesia until a fellow gastro-pioneer offered to call an ambulance. I declined politely. he warned me of the scene ahead with pure terror flashing in his eyes and quickly left [without washing his hands]. I pulled myself together and continued further into the mysterious dense green fog, my intrepid courage quickly disappearing as I studied the ancient-seeming cave art scrolled on the wall in Sharpie. Fearful phrases hastily disheartened me. ‘Savages!’ thought I. I nearly turned back. At one point, while slipping and sloshing blindly through the dark cavernous commode, I noticed my shoe laces, untied, were being dragged sadly through the moist layer of yellow filament on the ground. I grieved. In front of me now were the urinals, trough style, classic thin stainless steel, a dismal throw-back to the utilitarian art movement of Stalinist Russia. I eyed them strangely, something was odd about this scene. I braved a closer look. Urinal cakes. Standard five gallon dispense rate. Classic single-pronged flush lever. Supra-structural flushometer mechanism. All seemed in order. An excessive green grime spoiled the effect of the grout facade on the tile backsplash, but this is expected. I looked closer still. Yes, there it was. The abnormality, camouflaged under the most despicable but unavoidable detritus of defecatory dwellings, became visible. Vomit, in the urinal, multicolored, with undigested materials bobbing lucidly in what appeared to be a tomato based bile. My inquisitive, albeit neotenous nasal capacities were simultaneously piqued by the fragrance of half-digested gruyere, resulting in the immediate and involuntary self destruction of
my olfactory systems. After this point, I remember nothing. The world became dark to me. I woke up outside, after vigorous efforts by paramedics to rescusitate me.

VigoTheCarpathian Male, 32 years old.
Boston, Massachusetts
On February 12, 2014, 3:54 pm
What I Did in Here: Became dispirited and ultimately fled

Pasta, and now I'm feeling amazing

I shouldn't be writing this. I hesitated talking about this toilet, for it is a secret among the area in Brighton. Everyone has been there - you are on the road and you have to go, but you want to have as much privacy as possible. This is where the epic toilet of Whole Foods comes in.

You walk into this bathroom and instantly an amazing euphoria washes over you - this is no ordinary bathroom. The entire bathroom is yours and you have the most amazing sense of privacy to do what nature calls. It's like a 5 star hotel room, but for a bathroom. It's worth holding it for this bathroom - trust me.
Prismic Male, 28 years old.
Brighton, Massachusetts
On February 11, 2014, 11:14 pm
What I Did in Here: Had a magical experience

A week ago -- no issues

The relatively new (four months in business) 88 Lounge is an anomaly in downtown Providence – an adult night spot amid about a dozen clubs and bars that all seem to cater to twerking 20-somethings.

Wedged in between parking lots and an alleyway not too far from city hall, the 88 is a piano-bar creation of a San Francisco-area transplant named Phil who thought it would be a profitable idea to bring some West Coast bar scene cool to the Northeast.
So far, so good.

Despite the problem of trying to get known when people tend to stay home during what has been a brutally harsh winter in the Northeast, the 88 has been able to get its financial feet under it – unlike the previous two owners, who tried (and failed) to make a go of it with loud music and even louder kids.

It’s technically a piano bar, but Phil encourages other musicians to get up and jam when the mood hits them. But you have to know what you’re doing – if you’re thinking instrumental karaoke, it’s not.
Because of limited space (capacity appears to be about 60), the bathrooms are not huge. The one-at-a-time rule applies, and it is VERY IMPORTANT to remember to lock the door, because if you don’t, 8 to 10 people might be able to see you sitting on the toilet if another person enters by mistake.

Cleanliness is next to Godliness, as they say, and the 88’s head is spotless. At least at the beginning of the night, when I checked it. One toilet, one sink, no graffiti. No kids drunk out of their minds puking their guts out. And good music. What more could anyone ask for?

Circlingthedrain Male, 69 years old.
Providence, Rhode Island
On February 9, 2014, 2:42 pm
What I Did in Here: Everything you can imagine -- and more

Never have eaten the food -- too overpriced

Former NFL coach Don Shula might not know much about the restaurant business, but the people who are using Shula’s name appear to, and by all accounts the Shula Restaurant chain is doing quite well, thank you. Shula’s 347 (the web site does not explain what the numbers mean, except maybe what the average price might be for dinner for two and a decent bottle of wine) in Providence is attached to the Hilton hotel and adjacent to the Dunkin’ Donuts Center, so if you don’t mind forking over $40 for a steak that your 10-year-old daughter will only pick at, you can eat and then walk over and catch Disney on Ice.

And when duty calls, you can access a clean rest room – you know the kind where you feel obligated to wash your hands in case someone walks in while on your way out by still zipping up?

Shuila’s has two urinals, two stalls (one for the handicapped, complying with federal law) and two nice glass wash basins (see attached photo) which all but scream at you to wash up and towel off.

[Note that you can still use the rest room even if you are not eating at Shula’s 347. Simply walk to the front door of the hotel, take a right and the bathroom is around the corner. If you get questioned by the valet out front and asked if you’re a guest, act offended and tell him/her that you are with the symphony orchestra that is beginning an extended run at the nearby Providence Performing Arts Center. He or she will back off real fast.]

Circlingthedrain Male, 69 years old.
Providence, Rhode Island
On February 3, 2014, 12:22 pm
What I Did in Here: 1. I did 1