"pot?"

Yes, please.

Don't bogart it!

(Friday I actually heard one of our local NPR dudes say "here's some of the stories we've been bogarting".) Wacky Liberals.

sorry, i meant local PBS station. NPR and local are obviously incompatible. Contact high?

This blog wouldn't need to exist if the glory hole hadn't gone into a sad decline.

glory hole?

I thought that was place to tuck your newspaper.

I FEEL SO DIRTY!!

Feel dirty all you like, but glory holes meant the days of big and spacious stalls. Maybe it's the other way around, but still.

this blogger has to check out "Sea" in Williamsburg Brooklyn. It's the hipsteriest hipster restaurant ("Thai" food) I've seen.
The bathrooms are designed to be weird space-agey pods, and inside there are tvs where you can spy on people sitting in the restaurant. The design inside the men's bathroom is completely disfunctional. It's a rather small cylinder, with a door taking up one quarter of the wall (with no lock) and three Urinals around the rest of the wall.
The design is such that if three guys were actually peeing at once, they'd be ass-to-ass-to-ass. Personally, I'd rather not rub butts with strange guys while peeing.

(or non-strange guys for that matter)

glory hole?

I thought that was place to tuck your newspaper.

Okay, I don't think I can stop laughing now.

I did that once, but my newspaper got saliva all over it.

I suppose this blog, being so concerned with men having to expose themselves to other men, has covered urinal troughs? What about facing urinal troughs? (There's a divider, but still.)

What about circular troughs, stilicho? Dodger Stadium, iirc, was the first place I encountered one of those. It was impossible to avert your eyes in any direction!

Also tonight I ordered dinner from the Planet Wings down the block. I oredred a cheesesteak with bacon, mozzarella & jalapenos and cream cheese jalapeno poppers. For the third straight time they bought me cheddar. Cheddar ain't bad, but it's not cream cheese. This is turning into a running joke in a bad sitcom.

I bought an economy sized box of cheddar cheese jalapeno poppers once and ate most of them.
Never mention cheddar cheese jalapeno poppers to me again.

Nothing wrong with troughs as long as you follow The Rules.

The Rules were meant to be broken. Especially after a few stadium beers.

I've been in the restroom mentioned in the most recent post, at the Coolidge Corner Clubhouse. It's really a terrible little claustrophobic space, and you have to duck your head to avoid smashing it into the ceiling.

Actually, reading further, I've been in a few of these.