Restaurant.

So the two doors 'M F' 'M F' are shut and locked. A stand in the corridor waiting, it’s not a good corridor to wait in, no natural positions, and I look around for a comfortable spot before an awkward encounter occurs. A door a bit further up the corridor opens, a guy appears, not staff, and looks at me sheepishly, and returns to the dining area. I investigate the door from where he appeared. In gleaming steel, clear metal shape on the door. A symbol representing a disabled person. A kind of stickman in a wheelchair. The Disabled toilet. I defer this ethical debate to a later date and take the opportunity to relive myself. The rooms, pretty much exactly like the others. Maybe it’s a little bigger. The layout is exactly the same but in mirror image, the whole room reversed. The future. The sink. The mirror.

Restaurant.

Up a spiral stair case and past a few more diners, into a corridor, two doors are marked - M F, crisp gleaming steel letters. I guess this indicates a unisex approach. Each door opens to a generous cubicle. Grey/blue tiles, and a white/blue clinical light gives these rooms a very contemporary feel. Futuristic. The toilet it’s self looks a little larger than normal, quite a chunky design. The sink. The mirror. Wine has washed any smaller details from my head.