We had had no need to use the restrooms when we were at Mitch's for lunch two weeks prior. This time, we watched as other diners returned from the restrooms and couldn't stop talking about it, so we had to check it out for ourselves. So, you step through a perfectly normal marked door in the dining room and find yourself in a dimly lit post-industrial machine shop. Two engines ripped apart and up on blocks, buckets of grease and work boots scattered about, an air compressor, a car parked in the far corner, and a workbench littered with tools and metal scrap. And oh yes, there is a small sheetrocked cubicle labeled as the restroom with a helpful sushi poster taped to the nearby wall.
May 23, 2015 8:16 PM