Turkish Cuisine’s restroom is the one that most inspired this blog, a good 8 or so months before I finally put fingers to keyboard to share my toilet-viewing adventures with the world. Why? There is a full-length mirror right next to the toilet in the women’s room. Yes. Talk about a fascinating and unique public restroom.
I first went to the aptly but boringly named Turkish Cuisine last summer, and went again this summer because a rice, vegetable and meat-filled menu was perfect for my new gluten-free diet, and was so struck by the bathroom the first time that I excitedly told my friends about it, and couldn’t wait to go back to take photos once I’d started the Porcelain Press. But it’s not just the mirror next to the toilet that makes Turkish Cuisine’s bathroom unique — the vestibule outside is painted gold, and there are glass evil eyes strewn about, along with a heavy gold-framed mirror. Inside, the ceiling is slanted like an attic, and the decor looks very much like Grandma’s tea party exploded: there are houseplants, “wash room” placards, slatted wooden shutters around the mirror (there are a lot of mirrors involved here) and a floppy polka-dotted hat ceramic wall hanging. Yes. Amidst all those very fitting evil eyes, there’s a floppy hat with gerbera daisies growing out of it. This place is truly priceless.
While waiting to get in the women’s onesie restroom, a waiter told me I could use the men’s room, because, he said, “it’s the same.” I pushed open the door, but he was mistaken: the men’s room did not have a mirror next to the toilet, and that was the reason I was taking a trip to this particular bathroom. I proceeded to wait at least five minutes for the woman inside to finish fully washing and drying her hair — or whatever she was doing in there besides the typical bathroom activities — so that I could snap these shots. Worth the wait, I’d say.
Turkish Cuisine also gets a big bunch of thumbs up for their, well, Turkish cuisine. The chicken special over a bed of spinach is fantastic — so fantastic that even chicken-hating K talks enthusiastically about going back for it. I tend to go for the eggplant casseroles, loaded with rice and covered with tomato sauce and cheese. When you leave Turkish Cuisine, you feel happy and healthy (as opposed to heavy with grease), and you also got to watch yourself, uhhh, evacuate — weird, perhaps, but certainly unique.
Restroom Rating: [rating=5]