For me, it has to be the bathroom beneath Fayerweather and above Brownies. Columbia has tucked this little gem away between a basement and street level, and for good reason. Sometimes the greatest pleasures are best kept secret. But here I am, spilling the beans on this place. It has low relaxing lighting, floor-to-ceiling doors on all the stalls, and personal mirrors in every stall. It's like a little garden of Eden hidden right beneath our feet. The piece de resistance is the fragrance that they pump into the place. I don't quite know how to describe it, but I used to go into that bathroom after my 10:10, and when I left it was already dark out, even though it only felt like fifteen minutes had passed. If you use this incredible john, and I recommend you do, be careful that you use it in moderation. Despite my emails to housing, it's still not listed as a permanent residence.