Why I Bought Barrio a New Toilet Seat
The devil’s in the details, right?
I’ve been on Minnesota Monthly’s food-writing beat just a few days, and have already run across a noodle shop with wobbly tables, a deli with dried out vegetables in the salad bar—air-toasted baby carrots, withered radishes, celery that’s started to curl—and an awesome downtown Minneapolis restaurant with a toilet seat worn right down to the pressed wood. (Who ever thought about how toilet seats are made? Not me...)
After a classy lunch at Barrio, I encountered this in the women’s restroom:
In a dive bar, I might chalk it up to character—at the 1029 Bar restroom, I once found the toilet seat completely removed from the porcelain bowl and leaning up against the wall. But at Barrio, the shabby facilities somewhat marred what had otherwise been a lovely visit spent noshing on chicken tinga salad, tacos, and tortas. It wasn't a big deal to me, but it wasn't exactly the kind of thing you’d want, say, a business client to face.
When we go out to eat, every part of the experience matters, from the tone of the host’s voice to the comfort of the chairs. It’s a lot for restaurateurs to track, which is why I’ll be appreciatively noting when the details are done right—and trying to help out when things fall short.
Posted on Friday, May 18, 2012 in Permalink