I had lunch at Marigold Kitchen today, a restaurant just off capitol square. They have a sign hanging in the dining room that appears to be made up of old wood-block type in three or four different fonts, and this theme is carried over to the signs on the doors of the bathrooms, a sans serif W on the door of the women’s room and an old-fashioned M in Bookman or a similar font. I was going to push my way through the door into the men’s room when I realized that what at first appeared to be an M was in fact an obviously upside-down W, which made my brain stop me dead in my tracks. Hey! It’s a W, not an M! Do you really want to go in there? Suddenly I wasn’t at all sure whether I was going into the men’s room or the ladies’ room. The curse of knowing just enough typography to make it impossible to ignore an inverted letter.