Best for straphangers who can’t be bothered to wash their hands: 125th Street
Accessible via the A, B, C, and D trains
Dick swangin’, legs movin’, bladder ready to party, I sprung into action searching for the 125th Street bathroom. It took 15 minutes and a several wrong turns to find, and boy was I conflicted when I found it. On one hand, I had to use the bathroom, on the other hand…
How to describe this bathroom: small, white, tiled, boxy -- a single toilet with a soapless sink -- an uninspiring space, within an uninspiring space, within a city where dreams are made or whatever. This first bathroom on my list provided me with a bleak vision of my future. A vision filled with grit, grime, and the stench of ripe pee. I did not love this bathroom.
STARS: 1 out of 5, but age is just a number.