Hi, I'm L.M. Krahpper, and sometimes I just long to use the crapper in luxury...or at least in a public bathroom stall with a functioning lock.
Have you ever found yourself out on a night in Philly, sippin’ on your signature cocktail, wondering what the “bathroom situation” might be?
The “bathroom situation.” Those words strike fear in my shrunken heart, making my very bowels run cold: Will this overpriced Old City spot offer only a unisex deal? Have the stall doors in this dive been replaced with shower curtains? Is there a pool of filthy water on the counter that will soak my shirt when I lean on it to wash my hands?
The possibilities are endless. And scary. Very Scary.
To arm myself against any crappy surprises, I’ve been quietly reviewing Philadelphia area bathrooms since 2005. And friends, I’m willing to divulge my treasure trove of Crapper notes to the public. Arm yourself with my firsthand experience, so you won’t be caught off guard next time you find yourself face-to-face with one of those single-person bathroom self-frosting doors. * shudders *
Each week I’ll post a new bathroom review, telling you about the good, the bad, and the downright crappy points of each one. I’ll assign each entry a “Plunger Rating.” The top coveted prize is a 5-Plunger review:
**Click Here for the Plunger Rating breakdown.
