I am one of those people for whom a long haul flight results in a buildup of digestive gasses. As result, I was keen to find a little boys room as soon as I had cleared US immigration and their ever friendly officials. Sadly the toilets of Newark Airport are much like the city of Elizabeth next door to it i.e. a horrible place nobody should go. Broken doors, blocked bowls and a terrible smell. These may have been familiar sights and smells to my ancestors when they arrived at Ellis Island, so it’s good to know that the first sight and smell the modern traveller gets on arrival in this great nation are authentic.
As reviewed by James W Riddle Junior