The iCrave-designed, see-and-be-seen dining room at STK led us to expect big things from the facilities — maybe a wall of bull horns like the ones behind the bar, or a private, key-access restroom like the one at basement club Tenjune. Alas, it was not to be: When we climbed upstairs, we were greeted by a bathroom attendant and a bowl of Breathsavers.

STK
26 Little W. 12th St., nr. Ninth Ave.; 646-624-2444

Concept: A small, office-type restroom lit like a mortuary, with a touch of Zen via a sunken marble sink, incense sticks, and a tray of stones.

Privacy: Bathroom attendants watch over the aluminum stalls. At least the ones in the women's room dish compliments.

Amenities: Gentlemen get cologne (D&G, Polo Sport, etc.) and FX Studio hair gel (yes, this is the meatpacking district), while ladies get perfume (Burberry, etc.) and makeup. Both sexes enjoy Listerine served in a plastic shot glass, Lubriderm, floss, toothpicks, plastic-wrapped Breathsavers, and thick, hand-delivered paper towels.

Flaws: If somebody goes to town on the gel and cologne, you're stuck waiting for one of the two faucets. Then there's the discomfort factor of hovering attendants.

Strategy: Pity the poor attendants. At least they're not the type to admonish, "No hope without soap." Put a dollar in the tip jar.

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— Daniel Maurer