Waterfront Hyvee

Waterfront Hyvee, you've been going through so many changes lately.
You've been growing. Developing a greater appreciation for wine and
spirits. Sure, you're not looking your best right now. You look and
probably feel a little bit awkward. But this is something we all go
through. We all understand. It's sometimes hard to go through
something like this, because you don't know some things and people
might not know how to tell you. I just wanna come out and say it. You
have a bathroom problem. I mean, it's fine, nothing too bad, but at
your age, hygiene can become more of an issue, and I'm not trying to
embarass you, but I just want you to be the best you can be, as you go
through this time in your life, with growing pains, blossoming like a
flower to be fertilized. 2/5, but I know you will work on it. I'm
here if you ever want to talk. About anything.

TCB

I remembered this place so differently, so wrongly. I had held up this
bathroom as a bastion of public space, one of the nicest, cleanest
bathrooms in Iowa City. I remembered warmth and comfort. I remembered
wood. Stained, dark wood grains, perhaps oak. I remembered it so
fondly, but with years between visits, it is either my recall or the
bathroom itself that has faded. Once my favorite bathroom, my
inspiration for much of this writing, my heart breaks over what I
found here. How could I have distorted this in my mind so horribly?
Does the bathroom I pine for exist anywhere now, or had it always been
a hallucination, the result of a drunken trip in a bar I did not
frequent? Now it is nothing but barely adequate and instantly
forgettable to most. As for myself, this 3/5 bathroom will always be
one of the great tradgedies of my life.

Sycamore Marcus Theater

I just wanted to let you know I'm getting better. Kind of. I have a
compulsion, you see, or perhaps more of an obsession, a fear perhaps,
that I will sit down to watch a long film, and I'll have to pee the
whole time. I can't go during the picture, you see, I'm no heathen. So
I visit this room once upon arrival at the theater, and once during
the commercials before the trailer, and perhaps I will get a drink of
water, and by this I mean pee again, after the trailers but before the
movie. I can't help it. I am a nervous guy, cinematcally. But I just
wanted to let you know, I'm getting better. Oh, and 3/5.

Buffalo Wild Wings

On this blog, I purport to review more than just the bathroom, I'm in
it for the experience. I was at Buffalo Wild Wings, drinking more iced
tea than perhaps was smart, not necessarily needing to pee. A friend
of mine walks up and tells me that there is a couple having sex in the
men's room?
"A couple guys?
"No, a COUPLE"
Suddenly, I felt the need to investigate. My bladder demanded it. Upon
entering, there were noises. As I tried to tighten my belt with one
hand, my other in a sling, I heard her tell him, "pull your pants up,
I wanna go."
She left as I washed my hands. I rushed out after her to point her out
to my girlfriend. The folks in the bar saw a girl rush out, and a guy
in a sling pointing and laughing, thinking that he made up the male
half of the couple. Average bathroom, memorable experience, slightly
above average score: 4/5

RagStock

The "work" bathroom has always been a very important place for me.Just as smokers have always been able to lay claim to extra breaks in order to smoke, I have always made sure I give myself extra breaks throughout the workday to use the restroom, even if I don't have to go. This "resting" can often just mean sitting there, doing nothing but enjoying not talking to anyone and not being on your feet. At jobs in the past, I have pretty much turned restrooms into unofficial offices. Not so at RagStock. The bathroom is nice enough, I actually appreciate the character of the room quite a bit. Perhaps I enjoy the work more, and don't find the need to take refuge. Perhaps I feel self conscious that it's not hidden away in a corner somewhere, like employee bathrooms often are. I guess I will have to contemplate this next time I work. Maybe in the bathroom, which I will be rating a 3/5. More likely I'll be tagging shirts on the sales floor. I like it out
there.

Saloon

Saloon, this I am sure of. Looks a lot like Pints. Or at least I think
that was Pints. You see, I had been drinking. At that time I mean. I
suppose I had been drinking at Saloon, but not so much that I have a
hard time remembering where and when I peed that day and this time, I
had no trouble identifying my bathroom pictures. Sometimes it can be
hard. I wonder if the people at Pints know their bathroom is a bit
generic. It would be unfair to rate this bathroom much lower than
their's. It doesn't have that white bit to look at. This is either a
good thing or a bad thing. I'll give it a 3/5 while I decide.

Slippery Pete's

I have often thought that the bathroom at ETC was one of the absolute
worst bathrooms I have ever seen. Completely covered in stainless
steel, it almost begged for you to pee just anywhere, knowing that
they were just gonna hose the whole place down later. Well, as ETC
became Slippery Pete's, I had hoped that the trans-Atlantic influence
would mean a change in the lavatory as well. I was wrong and the
bathroom remained slippery. No walls, no toilet paper, just a giant
room in which one could pee, with little difference between the urinal
and the floor. I'll look out into the bar through the tacky one-way
mirror with sadness as I use this 1/5 room.