The interior, however, was of the standard highway rest stop quality; broken, dirty and stinky. The polished metal mirrors were not so polished. And when I say MIRRORS, I actually mean MIRROR because one of them had apparently been torn off the wall. The peculiarly sour stench was tolerable only for a short period.

Also worth noting was the unprecedented decision to give the user a choice between stainless steel AND porcelin sinks.

After negotiating the narrow, loosely carpeted steps, you enter the tiny cubical that doubles as its own stall. Smaller than most roadside gas station loos, this unisex facility virtually requires all to sit as there simply is not enough room to stand in front of the bowl and hit the target without contortions. Using bar soap is probably not the most satisfying method of lathering up afterwards, particularly if the cooks and waitstaff are using this same sink, but at least the hand dryer air is fed directly from the oven, nice and toasty. The return trip up the stairs is just as risky, but at least you can follow the light at the top of the stairs and see your eventual goal.

Overall, make sure that you depart this restaurant shortly after "tapping the keg" as return trips following a few more pints of Hefe may be hazardous. Unfortunately, this restroom did not match the "upper crust" atmosphere of the restaurant and bar.

As a result children enjoying an afternoon at the nearby play ground are not able to utilize the facilities most of the time because they are locked. On the few occasions, when one finds the door open the stench and smell are overwhelming. Unflushed toilets full of feces, Urine soaked concrete, empty 40oz. bottles scattered around and if your lucky you may actually meet one of the many "bathroom attendants" that call the stall "home". After being asked for spare change (apparently the attendant wants a tip) or extra smokes you may find yourself taking your child behind a tree for relief and wishing this was a day the bathroom was locked.