Is there room in this town for more than one matador-themed night spot? That's what this article in this week's WW seeks to find out. I make it down to the original about once a year. At one point, the Matador on West Burnside had a mens room that was one of the creepiest in the city, like something out of a Silent Hill game. I guess its reputation hasn't changed since my last visit. The article describes the restroom as "the kind of place where bad things happen."

I remember heading in there a few years ago to discover one stall boarded-up and the door off the second ripped off entirely. A piece of plywood covered the spot where a toilet had once been. I wouldn't have walked across the floor barefoot for $100,000. And the smell....oh, God. If Satan ever decided to come out with his own brand of air freshener, that's would it would probably smell like.

Despite all that, I think I'll stick with the Matador on Burnside. The newcomer, Casa del Matador, seems a little Pearl District-y for my tastes.

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