The other sign, at least, read both ‘signore,’ and ‘men,’ so after standing in the hallway for a few baffled moments, I opted for door number one: Uomini. Phew! Not a urinal in sight. It was the ladies room, all right.
On the way out, I asked one of the wait staff about the sign. She just shrugged and said that, ‘It was painted by Mexicans. They kinda guessed at the words.’
‘Well, they guessed wrong,’ I told her.
‘Yeah, but it looks real good,’ was her response, to which, I confiess, I had no snappy reply.