"Anywhere in the city, I can tell you the best public toilet."
"OK. Fifty-fourth and Sixth"
"Sperry Rand Building, 14th floor. Morgan Apparel. Mention my name, she'll give you the key."
"Alright; Sixty-fifth and Tenth."
"Are you kidding? Lincoln Center, Alice Tully Hall, the Met- magnificent facilities!"
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| Ritz Paris. Tres bien. |
There are 2 kinds of people in the world- those who are constantly searching for bathrooms, and those who aren't. Sadly, I fall into the first category. I'm also a bit of a germophobe, so I'm not looking for just
anywhere, if you know what I mean. I'm sure there's an app for this, and I probably should have invented it. Then again, who wants to give away the locations all the good bathrooms, oops, sorry America, I mean
restrooms? Luckily for me, this blog has approximately zero readers, so I can post the best options without fear of them being overrun.
Although I have never had the pleasure of using George Kostanza's recommendations, I am certainly a connoisseur in my own right. On our most recent trip to New York, I would say the Waldorf was useful in midtown. The restrooms were clean and easily accessible, and bore remnants of their art deco glory days. You could almost picture the women of
The Women gossiping and catfighting in there. The biggest surprise, however, was the McDonald's at Union Square. New, well stocked, and as clean as anywhere else I'd seen in the city. McD's can be hit-or-miss; there are a few here in Toronto I wouldn't use on a bet, and I've been to
The Subway Inn!
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| The Subway Inn. NOT magnificent facilities! |
Years ago, I discovered the restrooms in Bryant Park behind the Public Library. Since they were basically outdoors, I figured they'd be on par with a gas station in the bad part of Buffalo (yup- been there), but I discovered polished wood, an attendant, and fresh flowers. A happy surprise indeed.
In Toronto, the current downtown champion is the Shangri- La Hotel. New, expansive, and pristine. If you're in the mood to shop, go uptown to
Yorkdale. It's an ever-expanding retail heaven, and the new facilities there would not be out of place at the French embassy.
Speaking of France, in Paris, the Ritz Hotel was my favourite pit stop, but it's closed for a massive renovation. When it reopens, the security will probably be tightened, keeping the likes of me out on the street. What I liked about the Ritz is that the toilets were sort of hidden; the doors were glass walls, and you had to know where to push. Once you got inside, though, you were rewarded. With Parisian hotels, the secret is to be dressed well and act like you own the place, then you can confidently barge past the doorman. This tactic worked for me a few years ago at the
Crillon, after massive Champagne consumption on an empty stomach had me stopping every few blocks on the walk back to our hotel.
Let's face it- facilities may start out magnificent, but it's the way people use them that determines if they stay that way. I'm looking at you, hoverers.
Ladies, when you hover, you make more of a mess than if you just sat your ass on the seat, so clean it up! What kills me is that these are the bitches who are all "Ooh, public toilet seats are dirty", but they leave the bathroom looking like someone shook up and opened a can of ginger ale in there. Gross. You are gross.
Sometimes I'll enter a stall and immediately spin around in horror. I have seen things in the restrooms at work where I literally cannot figure out what configuration you'd have to take with your body to get the result you left behind. It'd take a CSI team to figure it out.
Of course, when all else fails, just look for a Starbucks. I think that the purchase of a Starbucks beverage enters you into a covenant with the entire chain, allowing you bathroom privileges worldwide. They have the balls to charge me $4 for a black tea lemonade; the least they can do is hand over the key when I need it.
