Hey, guys! Thanks for letting me hang out here to kill time prior to a show at Mr. Smalls last night. It beat skulking about the streets of Millvale in the bitter cold semi-suspiciously. Plus, I had to hit the can. It’s becoming a pattern with me: Subways, my bladder, my bowels… This is one FAN-cy franchise, clean and spacious to boot. They didn’t even make me buy anything to use the facilities either. Nonetheless, to keep management kosher about this easy-going bathroom policy(I was told that the sometimes-rude concertgoers make bathroom trips here frequently and even cause lines to form), I bought a cookie and a Sprite. I suggest you do the same.