Well, there’s a lot to write about with this place. It’s filled with an odd collection of people that have probably been eating here for 10 years, conducting business deals to purchase a new plumbing truck for their 2 truck empire, discussing the best way to keep Marge from winning the neighborhood “Best Yard Design based on Plastic Flamingoes or Gnomes” award, or they’ve just been looking for the exit in this windowless restaurant. The Grill provides sub-quality "steak and potatoes" fair, with strong drinks from the bar that 1978 forgot, and the staff includes one waiter (he’s super, thank you), a hostess, and one busser. Now when I say one, I mean that having been here 6 or 7 times, I have never seen a different waiter, busser, or hostess in this place and it’s not small. Yet somehow the service is good. Well by 1978 standards. The Springdale grill also has a restroom.
As you enter the restroom you open a door into an entry room, as some restrooms have. This is a nice feature as it provides an “airlock” for views into the toilet. The interesting feature for the Springdale Grill’s entryroom is the size. I think the door may just meet the width requirements for a door installed in 1991 (the opening year of the grille), which is probably in the 30” range. The room is certainly the same size. 30” by 30”. With a door on the next wall.
Once the airlock has been breached you enter a small, confusing restroom. The restroom is well cared for, except the soap but I'll get back to that, clean and decorated with a collection of "painted" photos of James Dean and Marilyn Monroe. These are in the traditional black frame screwed into the wall by four large black screws that you see in finer restaurants everywhere. This is where the fine decor ends. There are three types of walls in this small restroom. It's as if the room was smashed together in a Terry Gilliam scene where three restroom dimensions collided. One wall is wallpapered in a lovely yellow, one wall is a faux-tile vinyl wall with white and grey "tiles", and then there's some off-white walls. The odd thing about the vinyl wall is that it's actually only half a wall.
Okay, it's time for the soap dispenser rant. why must there be so many restrooms on this earth with a soap dispenser hanging over a counter with a perpetual puddle of crusty soap forming into a stalagmite beneath them. Many restrooms hang the soap dispenser over the trash can or have it near the sink where this won't happen. I realize it's silly of me, but this pile of goo (horrible when it's a white soft soap) really turns me off the whole soap experience. I may possibly be a bit picky, or maybe you know what I mean. Maybe you too have accidentally put your hand into this goo because you weren't looking. Okay, I am now stepping off my soapbox.
Score:
4.5 Flushes for cleanliness, an attempt at decor, and of course points off for soap issues.