You've been in this situation. An urgent need for a bathroom. A sit-down situation. But you're in Union Square and visions fill your mind, nay, your soul. Of poo-encrusted sinks. Of urinals with more pubic hair covering them than you have on your body. Of disease-laden door handles.
But what if there was an alternative. A pristine bathroom open to the public and easily accessible with ample supplies and shining clean fixtures. No, such a place would not, could not exist.
Oh ye of little faith. Such a place does exist. So filled with shock upon finding it was I, that the camera was broken out. From the pristine, pube-free porcelain of the urinals to the multiple functioning hand-dryers, this is Poo Nirvana. After the jump, photo-proof and how to find it.
- Note the shiny texture on the metal glistening and welcoming you.
- Three hand-dryers, all functional festively adorn the wall.
- Trashcan, nowhere near full. Earth-shattering.
- The only flaw - a toilet seat, not perfectly centered on the bowl - is not nearly enough to destroy the experience.
Where is this perfect piazza of poo? Despite the appearance, it has been open for over a year. It's a men's room where you wouldn't expect to find a men's room. Nestled in the back of the handbag section at DSW there is a door with a small sign stating "restrooms". The door opens into a hallway, at the end of which is Poo Nirvana.