For historical purposes, the following is the original review and photo for the old City Billiards from January 28, 2003.

Dingy and forelorn, this pool hall restroom has definitely seen better days. Various graffiti and damage mars the tiles, mirrors and stainless steel walls. Meanwhile grunginess triumphs over cleanliness in the everlasting jihad of restroom maintenance. One nice touch, however, was the nearly overflowing ashtray adjacent to the men’s urinal.

To its credit, the restroom was remarkably clean and new. Most of the fixtures required touching – but touching them didn’t seem quite so bad because of their immaculate condition. (Also, the patrons themselves seemed like a well-kempt bunch — probably showering daily and whatnot.)

EDITOR’s NOTE: This restaurant no longer exists.

EDITORS NOTE: The library staff request that you NOT take periodicals into the restroom. If you do, please do it discreetly so they will not be forced to yell at you. Ironically enough, yelling is also not allowed in the library.

While well lit and clean (save for the small excrement flecks lining the toilet wall), I felt uncomfortably small and unimportant in this made-for-one bathroom which is larger than some Manhatten flats. I began to wonder if destroying wetlands, natural prairie and farmland to create unnecessarily large restrooms was really worth it. That aside, I marveled at the sturdy and satisfying door lock, which managed to save me from more than one embarassing bust-in. The paper towels were well stocked and the push-button hand dryer was mildly pleasant.

That said, the three urinals in the mens’ room were uncomfortably close to each other and sans dividers making for a very awkward 15 seconds (or 30 seconds if you succumbed to the upsizing ploys at the snack counter) of bladder drainage.

Having the ability to serve hundreds of patrons in a few minutes is a rather impressive feat. However, scrapping form for function is not the only option.
Some ambient noise (how about piping the radio broadcast of the game into the restroom) or more interesting color-scheme may have made for a more pleasant experience.

Adding advertising also would’ve provided reading material for fans while bringing in more revenue for the stadium.

I began to wonder upon what circumstances this neatly curled chunk of dung came to rest on the toilet rather than in it. What kind of person performs an act like this? Were they even aware that they did it?

Terd’s aside, this bathroom featured a few redeeming elements. There was a baby changing station, a nice framed illustration of a sailboat, and newer accessories. That was not enough to make up for the muddy floor covered with toiletpaper and of course… our little brown friend.

Enjoy it while it’s still there. The Vikings and Twins won’t stand for it much longer.

I found the large plush chair towards the entrance to be a very welcoming touch.

Though fairly clean and well kept, the decoration of the restroom looks like it was done as a joke by the Bravo’s set designers one night in a drunken frenzy, and they never took it down.
Though I didn’t sample the commodes, the urinals were functional and smelled of apples…which had been dipped in pee. The sinks were clean, and the mirrors unsmudged.

The most redeeming feature of the restroom was that it was underneath the caterwauling waiters, seperated by a full 16 inches of concrete, steel, and soundproofing.

EDITORS NOTE: Backstage At the Bravo is no longer in business. The restaurant Solera is now in it’s place with the same basic layout, but completely different decor.

Both rooms are uniquely and distinctly decorated in a cheap-chic Trading Spaces style using paint textures and various faux-Pier 1 accessories. Something always lures me to the door with the leopard print however.

Points were deducted for the "rotating towel" hand dryer gadget.