Footsies

Last night I was at Footsies, my favorite bar in Glassell Park/Highland Park. It is such an awesome bar- great juke box, lovely bartenders, a wonderful back patio that you can finally take your drinks out on... but, man, their bathroom gets maybe a C. It's just sub-par on a whole bunch of levels. 

I took some pics to demonstrate the first (and most crucial) problem: the nasty lighting. Here is the source: one dingy red light bulb in a room with darkly painted walls. Gross. And yes, that is a timed air-freshener up there on the wall, so, at least thank god for that. 

Below that we have the toilet. That sad thing that is barely lit. Oy, what a mess. It's so dark in there you can't even tell if there is pee on the seat. Pet peeve.

The lighting by the sink is a little brighter, but barely.

All in all, this bathroom really defeats one of the main purposes of a bar bathroom: a place to check yourself in the mirror. You can't see shit, and what you can see is, well, red. I guess in some ways it's better than those bathrooms that are lit with crazy bright green bulbs that make any skin look like death, but it's a far cry from ideal. 

Sorry, Footsies. But you know I love you. :)