Nye's Polonaise Room

Nye's Polonaise Room

Minneapolis, MN

Reviewed May 13th, 2005

Renowned as a showcase of 70's tack and audacious Polish decor, I was quite excited to see what this bar/restaurant/polka room had in store for their restroom. Dodging past the aging colorfully garbed polka-ers, I made my way to the restroom door - located just feet from the rowdy live polka band. The men's restroom was dark, moist and dirty. It housed a two-person trough urinal (awkward!) and a single toilet and sink. The stall wall was dented and paint chips lied helter-skelter. No doubt this restroom was past it's glory days.

In the women's restroom, a friend witnessed a true "Nye's" incident. As she waited for the only stall to free up, she heard voilent splashing noises coming from inside.
"Just a minute.. almost done" came a sweet polite voice.
More splashing. Some clanking. What on earth is going on in there. Suddenly the door unlatched and a sixtysomething woman came out, arms raised and palms twisted (as a doctor immediately after surgery when their latex gloves are covered in blood).
"The toilet was broken and I knew how to fix it" she says.
Now there's a woman who knows her way around a ball cock.

RESTROOM RATING: 4
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