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LA Restaurant Goes With The Popular Bathroom Theme Decor

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Eater.comMagic Restroom Cafe, America’s first bathroom-themed eatery, soft opened October 11 in City of Industry, one day ahead of schedule. As soon as doors parted, the tomfoolery began. The cafe lobby is adorned with both urinals and toilets, and the prime tables have showerheads fitted on the adjoining wall. Restaurant staff encourages diners to pose with all bathroom facilities.  If the imported miniature toilet bowl ceramicware used extensively by the restaurant doesn’t offend you, imagine it filled with goopy brown curry. If diarrhea-looking food swimming in a toilet bowl still doesn’t offend, understand the dish is named signature “golden poop” rice. Order correctly (chicken wings, Taiwanese sausage, fried tofu), and the food arrives in a miniature floor commode which was the stuff of nightmares for Western backpackers in Asia in the past. Sadly, not all chairs are toilet seats, and none of the toilets have water tanks attached. Thankfully, seat covers are employed, and no one’s actually forced to cop a squat while downing dishes so lovingly named: “black poop” (chocolate sundae), “smells-like-poop” (braised pork over rice), “constipation” (zha jiang mian), “bloody number two” (vanilla-strawberry sundae). For an Alinea-esque multi-sensory dining experience, it’s best to order the stinky tofu for the pleasant malodor.

You are just absolutely asking for people to shit all over your restaurant with this decoration theme. I mean I give it a week before someone shits in one of those toilet chairs. Serve someone “golden poop rice” in a bowl shaped like a toilet while they sit on a fucking toilet and they are absolutely going to shit all over your restaurant eventually. Some kid trying to recreate Jackass or some frat boy pledge or some drunk idiot getting dared is inevitable pooping right at the table. And you have nobody to blame but yourself. When there’s shit all over the walls of this joint and the health inspectors shut it down, look no further than your idea to serve dishes called “Smells like Poop” and “Bloody Number 2″ to people sitting on toilet.