Palermo in Los Feliz

On Friday I dined at Palermo with some friends, a lovely little Italian place on Vermont in Los Feliz. This place feels a lot more like a random spot in the Midwest than what is is- right off the busiest stretch in a trendy LA neighborhood. It's adorable- lots of old Italian men, all kinds of families, and delicious pizza (for LA, that is. It's got nothin' on Chicago pie, come on now). 

Their bathroom leaves a something to be desired, though, I'm sorry to report. It's not so bad: 

Kinda' just your run of the mill multi-staller. Nothing horrifying, just nothing great, either. Spacious stalls (this is the biggy), decently clean- not great, but not disgusting. 

Ample soap, nothing terrible here. Paper towels, that's spot-on. 

My major complaint was customer related, in this case. See, if I saw this: 

I would not go ahead and do this: 

I mean, I just wouldn't. 

First of all, that garbage just wasn't that full. It was getting there, but not over-flowing. Second of all, if you scroll back up, you can see that there was also a trash can in the stall (with no liner in it, which is a little gross, but still). I would actually walk my ass back into the stall and toss it in there if I felt that the first one was too full. 

Now, maybe that's going above and beyond, I am self-proclaimed hyper sensitive about my behavior in bathrooms (I mean, I should be, right? To be this judgmental I better not be a hypocrite, too). Still. this annoyed me. 

This bathroom was nothing special, but pretty clean for a bustling Friday night and the place being packed with kids. 

I'll go ahead and give it a generous B-.