I don’t know about you guys, but I’m an incredibly judgmental person. I sort of wish I wasn’t, but I am.
I judge people, places, things and right now, most importantly, restaurants…
…by their bathrooms.
And this has been bothering me for a while now.
Top of the Hill, as many of you know, is a mediocre restaurant/bar in the center of Chapel Hill, NC that (ab)uses its primo location to charge too much for food and far too much for a beer.
So be it. I’m fine with that. I’ll spend fifteen bones for a $7 burger as long as the cool people go there. That’s not the issue. The issue is, if you’re going to fake being a classy, upscale venue, don’t give me urinals that belongs in a college football stadium. Give me something to look forward to.
When I’m dropping six hours of work on a girl for dinner, I don’t want to pee into a trough. I’m already worried about the girl thinking I’m a pig. I don’t need (sub)conscious conformation from the urinal.
And maybe the above example isn’t exactly right for TopO, but there are a bunch of interesting possibilities out there.
