My Sistah Says She Can See You

We have a favorite restaurant in Concord. It's called the Common Man, and the food there is generally fantastic. In fact, Anna and I have reservations there for Valentine's Day.

They have a table with crackers and an enormous block of cheese for a free appetizer. If we're there for a special occassion, I usually have their prime rib for dinner, and I always enjoy their seasonal vegetable. But one thing about the restaurant makes the C-Man stand out.

The bathroom is pretty typical in most of your sensory categories. It smells like a bathroom. It looks like a bathroom. It feels likes a bathroom. I don't yet know if it tastes like a bathroom. But, the sound of this bathroom is haunting. The restaurant pipes in the voice of a local comedian. She tells these yarns about living in New England, and she does so with a thick accent (she has a sistah, and an idear).



Those old tales are distracting, but there are distractions in the restaurant as well. On the second floor, there are some couches and rocking chairs for the people that prefer heavy padding in lieu of a standard chair. It's part of the ethos of the restaurant. What is interesting is that one of the couches presents a direct line of sight into a window in one of the bathroom stalls (pictured above).


If someone sits down on the toilet, no one can see what is happening. But there are some men who prefer to urinate while standing at a standard toilet instead of a urinal. Perhaps it is privacy; perhaps it is experience. I don't know. What I do know is that there is a direct line of sight between a couch and the stall (see sketch). You could sit there all night and watch the feeling of relief come over men's faces. It's hilarious and gross all at once. The Common Man really should frost that window or put up some curtains. So, if you're a dude and eating at the C-Man, you've been warned.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thank you for providing some laughter on this brisk Friday afternoon, much appreciated.

John G.