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You Get What You Pay For

July 29, 2011

Recently, my wife and I have been travelling to Atlantic City every weekend. I imagine it sounds like we are degenerate gamblers, but the truth is her parents own a house there and it is a nice getaway for us from the summer heat (and smells) of Philadelphia. Given that the house is located approximately one mile from the casinos, we tend to go out Friday and Saturday nights. And recently, friends have been coming to visit during the last few trips, providing an extra incentive to hit the town – who wants to travel to Atlantic City and not go out?

Our favorite casino is the Tropicana and we like to frequent The Quarter (a nicer section of the casino with numerous bars and restaurants), but we had never been to A Dam Good Sports Bar until two weeks ago. Located in a corner on the upper level, we found out that they have specials every Sunday through Friday that include $5 40 oz. beers and $9 bottles of wine. Needless to say, the place is typically packed with a line out the door on Fridays. However, I was able to get in the restroom to take some pictures prior to the madness ensuing.

There was not a single person in the restroom while taking some pictures, until a guy walked in and asked me what I was doing. Thinking that my documenting of restrooms is probably strange to the general public, I responded with, “Don’t worry about it.” What other response is there?

But the following Friday was quite the opposite. And on this given evening, I happened to spill a beer all over myself, pants, shirt, and I was soaking wet. As napkins wouldn’t help me at this juncture, I walked into the bathroom to dry myself off with the automatic dryer, but there was already someone there drying their shirt.

Two other guys were in the corner of the bathroom smoking cigarettes (the whole area is a non-smoking area) and there was a line out the door for people trying to use the restroom. The place was sheer insanity. And here I am, looking like I peed myself, waiting sheepishly to use the dryer while some other klutz is already doing the same thing I had in mind.

The bottom line is this: the place stunk like cigarettes (a better option than others), there was water, sweat, and urine everywhere, paper towels strewn across the floor, and I had to wait for about five minutes to use the dryer (the shirt was easy, shorts not so much). Then, I had to get back in line to use the urinal. Needless to say, this was not a pleasant experience, but as we all know, most bars don’t offer luxurious bathrooms, especially when they are selling $5 40 oz. beers and $9 bottles of wine. Needless to say, when it comes to restrooms at bars, you often get what you pay for.

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  1. August 1, 2011 3:44 PM

    I was randomly browsing a local news site and came across a link that you might find interesting: It’s a contest to vote for the best restrooms in America and Canada.

    Apparently, a few DC restrooms made the list… maybe something to add to your bucket list of restrooms to visit!

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