Adorning the polka-dotted pink walls are caricatures of famous icons as if they were rabbits. Madonna, Kiss, the Beatles. And of course Hitler! Swastikitsch!
Enough fluff. Onward to the raison d'etre. Shit and piss. Keeping with the failure of form and function theme, Rabbit Rabbit offers unisex toilets. Something that is at once awkward and inappropriate given the hutch like crawlspace of their restrooms. Though pleased to finally put my knowledge of ballet steps to use, the person opposite me couldn't quite execute the requisite demi-plié to avoid a disheartening full body swipe as we both clogged the entrance / exit like a toilet mid-plunge.
I actually have a rabbit at home and she is neither pink nor a Nazi. She is adorably fluffy and just goddamn lovely. Rabbit Rabbit needs to decide if they want to sell food, fascism, or fluff.