Head to Head, Round Two: The Loos at the Inns
Earlier this week we noted that Paul Sevigny’s the Beatrice is shaping up to be the downtown set’s own private Ye Waverly Inn. Only time will tell which of the historic, soon-to-officially-reopen West Village taverns will become the more chic destination. But at least you’ll know what to expect from the bathrooms.
Head to Head: Battle of the Barnyard Bathrooms
Musing on the new crop of Haute Barnyard restaurants, the Gobbler has promised those in need of relief that “there will often be herbs in the bathroom, and, if you’re lucky, a sprig of lavender.” We put the loos of two recent contenders, Flatbush Farm in Prospect Heights and the Farm on Adderley in Ditmas Park, to the test.
Inside Room Service’s VIPee
At her most recent record-release party, Janet Jackson reportedly commandeered the VIPee at the much-ballyhooed restaurant-club Room Service. We knew we had to investigate. At the grand opening last night, the curtained cabanas that come with a key to the private washroom were reserved for the likes of Cuba Gooding Jr. and Adrian Grenier, but when no one was looking, we crashed the special commode.
The Lavatorial Luxuries of STK: Cologne, Anyone?
The iCrave-designed, see-and-be-seen dining room at STK led us to expect big things from the facilities — maybe a wall of bull horns like the ones behind the bar, or a private, key-access restroom like the one at basement club Tenjune. Alas, it was not to be: When we climbed upstairs, we were greeted by a bathroom attendant and a bowl of Breathsavers.
A Pot in the Dark: Deep Down in Thor
After some duck ravioli and cod fritters at the sleek Thor, inside the Hotel Rivington, we located what appears to be a sentry box between the bar and cheery-bright, glass-ceilinged dining room that actually cloaks stairs leading down to a gloomy bathroom lair.
Beam Me Up, Potty: Sea’s Space-Age RestroomsWelcome to the Restroom Report, inspired by the city’s most curious lavatories. When nature calls, we take notes.
The suspended pod seats in the lounge of Williamsburg’s perennial Thai-eatery-cum-time-machine aren’t the only nods to the future. In the co-ed bathroom, we encountered stalls that resemble VIP cryogenic tubes — complete with personal speakers and video monitors.