This bliggidy

This blog idea actually surfaced probably over a year ago, at Chango (coffee shop in Echo Park). Phoebe and I were spending a nice little Saturday afternoon talking about how the bathroom there really sucks for taking a post-latte crap. There are so many things wrong with the set-up. Let me just name a few:

1) The lock sucks. It has changed now (probably because they realized it sucked), but it used to be just one of those chest-high, flimsy little hook latch bitches. Yikes. Those look all wiggly and unstable, and send me into a panic when I'm crapping and some pulls on the door. I just know that one time someone is going to pull hard enough and it'll defy gravity and fly unlocked and there I am, pinching one out at the coffee shop for everyone to see.

2) The toilet paper is like running a cardboard box across your freshly opened anus. Seriously, for a hot little coffee shop in Echo Park, y'all could do better. It ain't right. And let's be real, it does even worse things to a vagina, so, please, invest in some Cottonelle. Every lady knows that's the way to go.

3) They have some nasty air freshener up in there. For real, it reeks. And it's not an automatic, stuck to the wall one. It's just a can of it (seriously, AquaNet smells better), and since people are constantly deucing in there, it gets sprayed all the time. So, you could suffocate if you shit isn't coming out fast enough and you actually have to breathe that toxic nastiness for a while. (Truth: I don't give two shits about the stuff, but it bugs almost everyone else I know).

Anyhow, those are the highlights of that crapper.

See, the thing is, ever since I was quite young, a bookstore always makes me need to take a crap within the first few moments I'm in there. I mean, within 5 minutes, easily. My theory: a bookstore makes me so excited that I get colon spasms, and then have to poo ASAP. I'm no doctor, but it sounds up this alley, mkay? :) Also, I have at least one other friend who is afflicted with this at bookstores, and then another who faces it any time he goes to a music store. So... this can't be that rare.

But, it's just such a pet peeve when you have to crap and a bathroom is gross, dark, has a crappy lock, doesn't have soap, etc. And

Jessica and I were then talking about it again recently, and, well, this just needed to happen. We'll be visiting bathrooms all over LA and giving our reviews. What's most important to us is quality, and we have high standards. Stay posted for pics, inside scoop and all the gory details.