Royal Flush: Sal's on 12th

Last Saturday, a couple Phillyists and I hit up the 90s Party upstairs at Sal's on 12th. When I enter a bar to the theme song from Clarissa Explains It All, I know I'm going to have fun. I'm intuitive, what can I say? Similarly, when I approach an employees' bathroom and it takes concerted effort to open the door without ripping it in half, I feel justified assuming I'm in trouble.

Now, to be fair, the upstairs bathroom may have been just fine, but the line outside of it was serious and the Sunny D and vodka (ah, 90s-influenced drinks) rushing through my system were not playing games.

So, down to the basment I went, bathroom buddy in tow. The inside of the bathroom was every bit as scary as my door opening trials led me to expect. The wall behind the toilet was stained with the pink soap that had once filled the now empty bottle on the sink. The floor was covered in thick black grime. I quickly realized the door had been so hard to open because the wood had rotted from some form of flooding. Upon encountering even more difficulty when leaving, I decided that this particular lavatory was the employees' bathroom for a good reason: any employee stuck in it would be missed and retrieved sooner than later. My advice to you, non-Sal's employees, is to use the buddy system or to stick it out and wait in line upstairs.

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