If these walls could talk, they'd say, "Ew!"

You've heard of "Don't shit where you eat." But it's apparently okay to eat where drifters in the early twentieth century used to shit. What's so bad about eating in what used to be a public restroom, anyway? Those thick stone walls look like they've probably held on to a lot of memories. Memories of relief. Memories of finally finding a place to let it all out and just say "Thank God this wasn't locked." Memories of strangers making furtive love behind the closed door of a stall praying there won't be a raid. All those memories can now be sprinkled as condiments on your turkey club. Maybe it's time you held your nose and took a bite of history.