As I was driving to my gym class in West Hollywood yesterday I had one of those, "uh oh, I need to take a seat...and quick" moments. Now my options were this....go to the bootcamp class where there is only one toilet in the back of the room and risk having the hot girl on the treadmill next to me go in right after I got out, head home and hopefully make it back before I have to throw out my favorite pair of underwear, or find a place on Sunset where I can do my business in peace and quiet and not risk being labeled the stinky guy by the hot girl! The choice was easy. However, where should I go? It's not like you can just walk into a nice restaurant or store and sneak into a stall, right? Well desperate times call for desperate measures so I pulled over to the side of the rode just down the street from the famous
Mondrian Hotel. I put some change in the meter and began my quest for the Holy Bowl. First stop was the Hyatt Hotel. As I walked up I notice some major construction happening on the outside but I decided to explore anyway. I entered the temporary entrance, made my way around the corner thinking I was almost home when I came across the reception desk blocking anything in it's path. I would have to walk right past them and I was sure they would ask me if they could help me or what room I was in. So, I quickly backtracked and headed back out to noisy Sunset Blvd. Next stop was the
Best Western across the street. This had to happen now so I waited for what felt like 10 hours for the light to change, walked briskly across the crosswalk and decided it was now or never. I entered the automatic sliding doors did a quick assessment and before I can say poo I heard the infamous greeting..."Welcome to Best Western, how can I help you?" While I was tempted to just pay for a room and end this dilemma I politely asked if there was a bathroom I can use. To my and my stomachs utter delight they pointed around the corner and said "it's up the stairs on the right. If it's not open I will give you a key." Jackpot! Well thankfully the door was open so I could just run out after my business and not have to hand back the key with my head held low. I proceeded in and found a lovely and spacious toilet with nice legroom, a pleasant smell and fruity smelling soap. All was good in the world. But as I was leaving I thought how I can't be the only person this happens to. I mean who hasn't had to pay the price from the Starbucks Double Venti Iced Coffee from the morning drive or the next day "Why did I do those Jaeger shots, followed by a late night Wendy's Chili Burger" which comes back to haunt you when you least expect it! So this has become my mission. Find the best bathrooms in LA where you can go on a moments notice. Now, I don't expect all of them to be as pleasant as my Best Western experience but I have derived a ratings system based on accessibility, cleanliness, smell, and miscellaneous factors that might make your own bathroom experience as nice as mine. Oh, and when I can, pictures will be supplied. So sit back, relax and grab some reading material as I take you on the search for LA's
Holy Bowls!
