anyway, it just so happens that the magic restroom cafe, as it's called, is right here in southern california. even more awesome? it's only about 15 minutes from my house. when the teen heard about it, her reaction was the very same as mine:
"WE'VE GOTTA GO."
one of the bean's friend's moms at school happens to be a local radio personality who i really like chatting with. she's super sweet and fun to talk to, and as we sat at one of the football games watching our girls cheer, the subject of the toilet restaurant came up. we ended up making a date to go and check it out together...all in the name of "research," you know. she could report about it on-air, i'd turn it into a fun blog post, and everyone would come out a winner!
we were stupidly excited for this outing. i never knew the notion of eating from a toilet could be so appealing. and it took no time at all to find the place, right off the freeway.
we scampered up the stairs like little kids, giggling and snorting the whole way. and then the saddest thing in the whole wide world happened:
all we could do was peek in to catch a glimpse of what would not be - on that day, anyway.
i'd heard lots of good things about this place, although i had no idea what was so special about it until we walked in. it didn't take long before we realized that it's basically like chipotle, only with pizza. you walk along the counter, picking all of the things you want to put on your pizza, and then it's served to you piping hot out of the oven.