11/3/2011

The restroom at Enoteca Vespaio exudes a level of class that has few contemporaries in this modern age where class is confused with rocks in a urinal or TVs inside of mirrors so you can watch yourself watch football. No, Enoteca Vespaio (from here on out referred to as EV) is a restroom that can without a doubt call itself classy, but is far too classy to deign to such a base level of self-aggrandizing. So, I don't expect them to advertise their restroom anytime soon, which is where I come in.



Now, I was rushed when I first ventured into the bathroom at EV, but even in my haste, I noticed the low lighting in the room that seemed to create a sense of calm, which was good. It wasn't a short trip, so it was nice to be in a relaxed setting. Now, though the lights were low, they were not so dim as to make you question what you were NOT seeing, as has been the case in other bathrooms that I will not mention here.



So, I quickly got to the stall, settled into my seat, looked up, and oh my god. There was a full sink, mirror, soap, and towel set up inside the stall, which itself I am fairly certain was large enough to rent in some parts of New York. I sat there, unable to move anything, mesmerized by the sheer genius and classiness of what I was seeing. This meant no longer feeling self-conscious and therefore rushed when I am fixing my hair in the mirror. I could take my time. I could pop a pimple, if I had had one at the time. I could wash my hands for a solid 3 minutes without feeling like I was inconveniencing anyone, I could check out what I was wearing to make sure it still looked good (it does). This was the future of bathroom stalls and I was sitting in it. It was a good feeling.



I finished my business and strolled to the in-stall sink, checked my hair, made sure a pimple didn't need popping, stared into my own eyes just because I could, washed my hands for longer than usual, and left the stall, slightly disheartened that I wouldn't be spending more time in it.