Yeah, so, I had a wonderful, laugh-filled lunch with Corso in Emeryville. When I went to use the restroom I discovered this:
It’s a magazine rack next to the restrooms. Seems wrong, right?
It’s not a waiting room. It’s a restroom. I think it sends the wrong message. Actually, it sends several wrong messages.
1) Use our restrooms, and take your time. (Not appropriate for a public restroom, in my opinion.)
2) We know you like to read while you take a dump, gentlemen, so here’s some reading material.
3) Our food is probably going to give you diarrhea, so here are some magazines.
None of these are appealing options to me.
Also, at this restaurant, we ordered a glass of sangria. Instead, what we received was a glass of what can only be described as a cinnamon apple-tini. The waitress explained that it was a “seasonal” sangria. It was nasty, but the waitress was cool enough to exchanged our gross drinks for red wine. So, the restaurant remains in my cool book, despite the restroom magazine rack.