This like most New York bathrooms is - small. I love the two faucet hot cold. Hot!cold!pow!pow!boom!boom! One of my favorite areas of review is the "employees must wash hands" it's like the mozzarella at the italian place or tamago at the Japanese place. Everybody has to do it so how do they do it. This handwritten version is subtle & cute, it doesn't make you think of dirty people.
The Oyster Bar bathroom is certainly an unexpected experience. The wood panel doors, porthole window and mounted fish that initially greet you match the restaurant's sailor style decor. However, once inside the mood is offset by bright lights, stark white tiles, pink metal stall doors and a bean bag couch in the shape of red lips. It evokes a similar feeling to walking into the locker room of an indoor swimming pool - with a hint of chlorine smell and all. There is also a payphone inside which might come in handy considering the poor cell reception in the restaurant.
This was clearly one bathroom that became two. Which is necessary, there's a whole lot of people in this small restaurant and half of them work here. It'll be tricky to get back to my seat and I like it.
Long and lean like their whole concept. Simple. A good place to contemplate the dish you just had which was something like: one best quality radish splayed on a piece of washed wood with a white chocolate dip.
Soap great for tourists or the president. Not flowers but a plant of flowers.
Look at this brass messaging!
Colors farm fresh.
You know... I would think James Murphy would be like "let's make everything perfect" on his first bathroom. Japanese joints. Look at this sink! Seriously look closely at it. They have wine in the categories of Pink and Orange. The label on this Aesop container is taken off- go figure. This is a good break (Kit Kat)... I can hang out in this bathroom for at least five minutes after someone knocks because they are so polite! (Everything is white and light wood out there). Williamsburg.
This bathroom is all Farah and maybe a toilet maybe a sink I can't even remember I was so distracted by her.
Zow! I feel like I'm in that movie with Bruce Willis, The Fifth Element. This might be the best place I've seen for a selfy. I have no idea what didn't happen with this restaurant but the deco is crazy so good. Go here and look up!
Also in a hotel, this is Mialino! Super yummy all the time it doesn't even matter what the bathroom is like but I'll tell you anyway. The entrance is a sliding door that's most likely peeking open... then each bathroom is again, a private room. "Lounges" I believe all have private rooms, because if you are supposed to hang out then you're supposed to be meditating or gossiping and not hearing pee. But technically this is not a lounge because there's no place to sit. Copper sinks, (Malin & Goetz) handwash and the always appreciated hand towels that are fluffy and unrippable.
So this is technically a "lounge" because it's in a hotel and because there's a place to sit and relax for a while. The bathrooms are private rooms. Best detail of this lounge is the towels, it would be like if Brawny man made a high end luxury no-rip paper feels like cloth softy thing. You'll want to steel them! Worst detail is that you will get lost on your way out. You will.
Oh man that fresh laundry candle in the room that was most likely a big pantry one day back when. This is a spot to hang out for a few minutes bring your drink, weigh yourself even. Ignore the fact that there's two people waiting outside they won't knock on the door this is Williamsburg.