A friend of mine stopped in for drinks at Seven on Hennepin avenue last summer before seeing a show downtown. Though a little on the pricey side, the drinks are very well made and the atmosphere is beyond posh.
The drinks hadn't yet arrived and he could not stand the humiliation of having to leave a theater to drop the kids off at the pool, so he took a trip to the Seven restrooms for a much needed pit stop.
The bathroom was dimly lit, setting a sensual mood. Set up in a corridor-like style, it stretched about 7 feet long and spanned about 4 feet wide. The stalls are built with floor to ceiling doors effectively blocking sound as well as concealing the style of your footwear so as not to be identified as the pooper when re-entering the restaurant. The toilet paper provided is a soft, plush, absorbent two-ply, very pleasurable to wipe with. The air was filled with the soft lazy humming of a bathroom fan, like a mother's lullaby, muffling any embarrassing sounds. To complete the experience, a well dressed gentleman waits for you by the door with a soft clean towel to dry your hands before returning to your table.
James's Rating; 8.8/10