Concept: A chic restaurant in Morocco’s Palmerie district, with mirrors in the communal washing area infinitely reflecting tourists smashed on lemongrass-infused booze.
Privacy: Plenty of it in the WCs, though the wall of urinals is as crowded as a souk.
Amenities: A dimmer controls the Moroccan lanterns in the WCs; ceiling speakers play French house music (or is this a drawback?).
Drawbacks: The reflective automatic faucets are très chic, but they shut off the moment your hand moves away.
Strategy: If you want to wash up in private rather than at the communal console, hit up the handicap WC — if anyone catches you, make like Larry David and pretend to be a stutterer.