I'm one who only stomach Atomic hot wings and visited the bathroom to wash my hands, not scrape my insides into the toilet.
It was a Tuesday when I visited, 50 Cent Wing Tuesday, busy to say the least, and I was pleasantly surprised to find the two stall bathroom surprisingly decent.
Everything was stocked nicely and there was a hint of a flowery scent in the air, very surprising for a wing joint.
There was the visual toilet plunger, the full trashcan and the most jarring line of thin dark hair glaring under the florescent lights.
I left my share of hairs everywhere in life, but if you decided to do some grooming between breast bites pick up your skanky locks with a paper towel, they were stocked by the way.
I also hate it when people blow their noses into the sink. Oh my god, the noise, the visual splatter, the leavings when I go to wash my hands. Ew.