Juliana Flores
Google
Me and my grandmother came in to dine for lunch 7/2, and the second the cashier laid eyes on us—she had medium-length dark curly hair and glasses—she hit us with the nastiest attitude right off the bat. All she said was, “Someone will be with you shortly,” and her tone? Completely unnecessary. Now personally, I wasn’t offended. I don’t get my feelings hurt that easily, I honestlydidnt care! But let’s be real—me and my grandmother are Hispanic, and something about the way she treated us felt very intentional.
She was White, and funny enough, I didn’t see a single Mexican employee in that entire restaurant—odd for a Mexican place. I watched how she spoke to other customers, and surprise surprise, the White ones got full-on polite customer service voices. But with us? Cold. Dismissive. Like we were just in the way.
Thankfully, our waitress was the complete opposite—super sweet and gave us great service. But when it came time to pay, that cashier hit us with the same bitter energy as when we walked in. Like girl, sorry we exist? You’re literally working in a Mexican restaurant. What did you expect? That no Mexicans would show up? If you don’t like seeing brown faces, maybe it’s time to find a new job where you don’t have to pretend to tolerate people.
Honestly, I didn’t see the owner around, which tells me everything. When management’s away, the masks come off and they act however they want. It’s sad how some people still carry that “us vs. them” mindset in 2025. Whatever happened to just treating people like human beings—not like their skin color decides whether or not they deserve kindness?
