Whether your idea of an infinite regression is listening to Queen's "Fat Bottomed Girls" ("You make the rockin' world go 'round!") over and over and over or reliving your college rathskeller glory days impersonating the 1980 USA Olympic hockey team in a rousing match of Super Chexx, you can do it all and at the same time at South First's favorite watering hole. But the real infinite regression is in the bathroom. No, we're not talking about reverting back to Freud's anal phase. We're talking about the four walls (!!!) of mirrors that surround you ass you doo your bidness. Disconcerting? Nah. But one helluva mind-blow after a few too many brewskis.
