Terminal Bar

Terminal Bar

Minneapolis, MN

Reviewed March 24th, 2005

Wow. I'm almost tempted to use the phrase "This restroom has seen better days" but I don't want it to become the understatement of the century.

Where do I begin? Well, let's start off with the stench, since that seems to be the first thing you notice when you walk inside. Is it urine? Vomit? Body odor? A strange potpourri of all three, with a bit of poo thrown in for seasoning? Needless to say, it's not pleasant, unless you're some sort of bog-dwelling parasitic beast or schizophrenic homeless guy with one tooth.

As with most bars with live bands, the walls were partially covered in band stickers and whatnot which, for the most part, livened up the room and brought in a bit of energy. Not "chi" energy. Chi wouldn't last a second in this grotesque chamber. This restroom is the antichi. Some may argue that roll-a-towel hand-dryers encourage chi to cycle through the room, the strange v-shaped pipe housing channels energy from above and the mold below the urinals is indicative of the vital water element. But that's assuming chi could make it's way in to begin with.

RESTROOM RATING: 3
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