In which I am devastated to have missed an opportunity

The bathroom in the Hermitage Hotel in Nashville, Tennessee, has been voted the best restroom in the US, and I for one am shattered by it. I lunched there a few years ago on a book tour--my media escort's idea--and it was divine. I had salmon with a truffle foam, and let me tell you, foams are pretentious and silly and DELICIOUS. A foam is the merest breath of an experience, dissolving on the tongue before you can even swallow, and it leaves behind the essence of the ingredient. It's ethereal and ephemeral, and it would be extremely annoying to have more than a spoonful of foam on a plate, but a small dollop is lovely. I had no idea at the time that the men's room was so legendary, although I did notice an awful lot of gentlemen making use of it. (The lunchtime crowd at the Hermitage runs heavy to the legislators and government officials, I was told.) Now I am deeply regretting the fact that I didn't get to see it for myself to compare it to my favorite ladies' room--at the Majestic theatre in San Antonio. The Majestic bathroom is so lovely, there have even been weddings held in the anteroom. Wonder if the Hermitage can say the same?