Baking Danish

I made my way through the throng of people in the ballroom of City hall. My bladder was at bursting point and was getting painful. On finding the restrooms I entered the one marked gentlemen. A low whistle escaped my lips. 'So this is how my taxes are spent,' I thought as I marveled at the plush d├ęcor. Standing there, I was conscious this room wasn't the only thing of ornate beauty that