Magic Restroom Cafe, America's first bathroom-themed eatery,yes you had read good, a bathroom themed cafe!,located in City of Industry.
The cafe lobby is adorned with both urinals and toilets, and the prime tables have shower heads fitted on the adjoining wall. Restaurant staff encourages diners to pose with all bathroom facilities.
If the imported miniature toilet bowl ceramicware used extensively by the restaurant doesn't offend you, imagine it filled with goopy brown curry. If diarrhea-looking food swimming in a toilet bowl still doesn't offend, understand the dish is named signature "golden poop" rice. Order correctly (chicken wings, Taiwanese sausage, fried tofu), and the food arrives in a miniature floor commode which was the stuff of nightmares for Western backpackers in Asia in the past.
Sadly, not all chairs are toilet seats, and none of the toilets have water tanks attached. Thankfully, seat covers are employed, and no one's actually forced to cop a squat while downing dishes so lovingly named: "black poop" (chocolate sundae), "smells-like-poop" (braised pork over rice), "constipation" (zha jiang mian), "bloody number two" (vanilla-strawberry sundae). For an Alinea-esque multi-sensory dining experience, it's best to order the stinky tofu for the pleasant malodor.
The restrooms themselves are relatively tame, as is the Taiwanese-cafe inspired menu.
The cafe lobby is adorned with both urinals and toilets, and the prime tables have shower heads fitted on the adjoining wall. Restaurant staff encourages diners to pose with all bathroom facilities.
Customers will sit here holding newspapers or magazines and take pictures of themselves which looks quiet funny!...Just imagine all that people going to the restroom at the same time and no doors around hahaha.
If the imported miniature toilet bowl ceramicware used extensively by the restaurant doesn't offend you, imagine it filled with goopy brown curry. If diarrhea-looking food swimming in a toilet bowl still doesn't offend, understand the dish is named signature "golden poop" rice. Order correctly (chicken wings, Taiwanese sausage, fried tofu), and the food arrives in a miniature floor commode which was the stuff of nightmares for Western backpackers in Asia in the past.
Sadly, not all chairs are toilet seats, and none of the toilets have water tanks attached. Thankfully, seat covers are employed, and no one's actually forced to cop a squat while downing dishes so lovingly named: "black poop" (chocolate sundae), "smells-like-poop" (braised pork over rice), "constipation" (zha jiang mian), "bloody number two" (vanilla-strawberry sundae). For an Alinea-esque multi-sensory dining experience, it's best to order the stinky tofu for the pleasant malodor.
The restrooms themselves are relatively tame, as is the Taiwanese-cafe inspired menu.
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