Concept: Vaudeville theater meets gay speakeasy, with Edison lights, pixelesque tiled floors, and peeled mix-and-match wallpaper ranging from velvet flat imported from England to cheap stuff from Chinatown.
Privacy: In the ladies' room a row of floor-to-ceiling stalls ensures seclusion. In the men's room, however, the two toilets are barely guarded by a handsome wooden privacy-barrier from an old prison.
Amenities: Women get a small makeup mirror in each stall. In the one on the far left, an S&M crossbar hangs (handcuffs and more are promised). Ceiling speakers bring on the music.
Drawbacks: An attendant lurks in the small men's room; at least he'll soon be stocked with a more bespoke version of the regular toiletries.
Strategy: To avoid a line, convince one of the performers to let you use the dressing-room facilities. Their wallpaper of a Hawaiian beach scene is a refreshing change.
Rating: — Daniel Maurer
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