A Tale of 2 Bash's
It was the best of shitters, it was the worst of shitters, it was the age of legroom, it was the age of crampedness... oh, enough Dickens. I hate Dickens.
Hey, check out this bathroom:


So, sure....there is toilet paper all over the floor, there's a missing tank lid, a broken tp dispenser, and the walls are painted electric Smurf blue, but this bathroom beats the hell out of the torture chamber masquerading as a bathroom at
Bash's 1.
Bonus:

There is a secret bathroom at the front, in case you don't want to wait in line or you have an odd aversion to Smurfs. Warning: the door on this one doesn't lock, so take your favorite wing-girl with you.
Rating:

Bonus rating, for having only one bartender at a near-capacity show:

Thanks, Bash's.