Lots of bars sport graffiti in their bathrooms, but few can boast a selection as varied, dense, and profane as what you’ll find in the johns at the Tattooed Moose. Character assassinations, declarations of love, scraps of poetry, and crude drawings abound, and the artists are running out of space to fill. Last time we were in there, someone had resorted to writing that he “waz here” on the ceiling. Impressive.