You’re out in the Old Port with friends. You’ve had five PBRs and a slice of Bill’s Pizza and all of a sudden your stomach starts to rumble. If you’re a guy needing to drain a vein, any dark alley off Wharf Street will suffice, but where do you go if number two is calling you?
A door that locks is a luxury in overused bar bathrooms. You know the kind, where you’re hovering an inch above the toilet, balancing yourself with your left hand, and holding the door shut with your right hand. Never mind the gaping hole where the lock cover once might have been, or that you’re trying to avoid eye contact with the three other people waiting in line just on the other side.
But lo! At the top of the Amigo’s stairs lies an Old Port patron safe haven. (It’s very different from the small and damp bathrooms downstairs that we’re sure an obese person couldn’t squeeze into.) The upstairs bathroom is a welcoming shade of orange-yellow, and big enough for you and four of your friends. There is a large mirror for primping and you will never have to suffer chafing from a paper towel because the toilet paper supply seems well stocked. And the privacy! One toilet, one door, no sharing. It’s nearly like being at home.
Amigo’s | 9 Dana St, Portland | 207.772.0772
