No one wants to miss a minute of a Tailor dinner party, but if you must, the restaurant’s bathroom is the place to do it. It’s bigger than a Gulch apartment and appointed to a T: coppery desk, pink velvet chairs, gold vases, random hunk of driftwood, geometric patterns on the walls and more candles than a West Elm. It’s a bathroom, for Chrissakes! Yet it’s nicer than 90 percent of the rooms in my home. Ten out of 10. Would rent. ASHLEY BRANTLEY

