I wasn't sure what public restroom to document. So like any online review junkie (Yelp! chowhound!), I decided to seek the answer to my wee (wee) little problem on the internets. Luckily, there's PublicLoos, Yet Another Google Maps Mashup.

http://paul.kedrosky.com/publicloos/

Stan and I were to attend something at Rx Gallery, so with a quick browse, I found a highly recommended commode at the Friendly Neighborhood Nordstrom. I'd never been inside the Shoppstravaganza at Powell and Market, because my mom (see: CIA) still buys my clothing, and the centre's facade makes it look like it's still under construction.

What I found was a decently sparkly bathroom. But what truly stood out were the tunes: some of the best music to Number Two to in the whole city. Where else in this city can you enjoy the silkiness of Nat King Cole with your pants around your ankles? (DON'T answer that)

The one thing that marred the immaculate experience was the litterbug, who seemingly left his ramen seasoning packet behind. Upon closer inspection, this is a sampler of cologne, that some Nordstromite couldn't wait to huff down.

With many-starred hotels in the vicinity, I admit to being underwhelmed. Perhaps I should've sought out muddy waters, instead of Nat King Cole, but eh.