
HOLY MOO! I almost had my arm torn off going for a slice of dessert pizza. the look in her eye said, "Don't touch mah pizzuh!" I didn't. I went into this stall, curled into a ball, and cried. Good pizza, though. And cheap ranch. The power combo.
I am a firm believer in the fact that a place can USUALLY be judged by the characteristics of the restroom/toilet.