Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Pee Party: 1911 Main

A look at the bathrooms of 1911 Main.

Posted By on Tue, Nov 8, 2011 at 10:03 AM

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Pee Party is an irregular column where we investigate bar restrooms.

So you might be aware that there's a new jazz club in town, in the old Bar Natasha space - 1911 Main is its name and address. Check out this week's issue, out tomorrow, to read about Alejandro Escovedo's show there this Thursday. More to the point, though: I've stopped by a handful of times, for shows and for lunch — they serve jazz food — and while I was there, I visited the restrooms.

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Not too much out of the ordinary going on at the 1911 Main restrooms, unfortunately. Still, there are subtleties worth examining. Like, hey: How about that sharp diagonal at the base of the urinal? Don't see a design like that every day, am I right?

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There's a dry-erase board above the urinal in the men's. Perhaps one day it will contain information about music or food or general news? It does not appear to be serving a purpose currently.

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There was a hanger on that little disability steel bar. Is that interesting?

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Both the men's and the women's have those circular light fixtures.

OK, fine, this Pee Party is a total fail. The restrooms at 1911 Main could not be more average. But wait, I have a pretty good bathroom story from a few weeks ago, at RecordBar. I walked into the men's, and both the urinal and the toilet were occupied. This guy with long dreads was standing in the toilet stall with the door open. I kind of loitered by the sink, waiting. All of a sudden, he starts vomiting into the toilet. But you could still hear the pee streaming into the bowl. He was vomiting and urinating at the same time, with the door open! No shame! He stopped after a few seconds, then he unloaded another, much more violent, blast of consumed food into the stall. Still peeing. It was so efficient! The other guy at the urinal walked over to the sink and refused to make eye contact with me. Later on, I saw the dreaded puking guy approach a girl at the bar. She had a bunch of tattoos and apparently was not bothered by his horrible puke breath. She seemed delighted to engage him in conversation. After about three minutes, I watched as he slid his hand down the back of her waist and palmed her ass like a volleyball.

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