inimitable ofactory arousal lavatory @ Yamhill Pub

City of Portland. Poised to re-invent itself as a world class metropolitan and the capital of microbreweries. Beer nazis wander the streets proclaiming to any who will listen that drinking PBR or Miller Lite is is akin to drowing oneself with MD 20/20 in the midst of Alsace.

It was surprising to find such a dive bar in the middle of down town, across from the fancy martini bar and club, H2O. Right across Yamhill from H2O is a small door with a neon lit window displaying signs that equate "beer", and cheap too.

Welcome to Yamhill Pub, the last dive bar in downtown Portland. 2$ pints on a Friday night with unpretentious fellow drinkers is a welcome retreat from the faux sofisticants littered few steps outside. The ambiance is dim. The bartender friendly. But how is the most important of facilities for those who would drink the weight equivalent of a newborn infant, the bathroom?

Well, have a look.

Two such facilities exist. One straight back of the bar, and the other after a 90 degree turn to the right. It's co-ed, but usually not at the same time.

I took the picture with my new SE w810i whilst flicking down the last few drops.

It's not the most sit-down friendly place I've seen. Somehow I noticed that a nasal offending scent is strangly amiss.

Upone returning to our table where Mitch is expressing excitedly to Ken about Continental air miles, Oscar asked if I had went to the bathroom.

Seeing how the only two termination points from where I just hailed is obviously appearant, the gig was up.

"Did you notice how fragrant it was in there? It smelled really good."

We all went back and smelled it. Yes, it did smell really good in the bathroom at the last dive bar in Portland named Yamhill Pub.