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I’d been wanting to check this place out for a while and decided to come by on Taco Tuesday. I came hoping to meet people and enjoy the atmosphere, but the experience ended up being pretty uncomfortable.
The bar was clearly understaffed, which I understand happens. But I still left feeling unwelcome, especially as someone with mobility needs.
I was told exactly where to stand instead of being offered options, and asked to stay there until my food was ready. When I asked if there was more patio space, I got laughed at instead of a simple “no.” Later, I moved to a ledge so I could lean more comfortably, and the bartender called me out publicly. He said he couldn’t move me again because he couldn’t get the cook’s attention (which he didn't explain earlier, I really wasn't trying to cause trouble). He and a customer laughed about it :( I apologized and went back to where I was before, but it felt pretty humiliating. I tried to stick it out as long as I could.
Eventually, the cook came out with someone else’s order, and I let him know I needed to cancel mine. He didn’t know what I had ordered and asked me to speak with the bartender. I said I would. It wasn’t my intention to waste anyone’s time—just hard to know how to handle things when it felt like I’d already been made into a problem. I offered my future tacos to someone nearby (they didn’t want them), so I guess those are now free for the bar.
When I told the bartender I was leaving and that the tacos could go to someone else, he looked furious—white-knuckled and completely unresponsive. I’d already paid and tipped, so the bar wasn’t losing anything. I just didn’t feel comfortable staying, and honestly, I wasn’t hungry anymore.
Being almost a year sober, I’ve found that showing up to places like this takes effort. I came hoping to feel part of something, but left feeling like I didn’t belong. Not sharing this to drag the bar, just hoping it’s useful context for anyone else navigating similar situations.
I might avoid Taco Tuesdays at Diesel in the future, and if I come back, I’ll probably try a different night—or a different bartender. There was a handwritten sign joking that you won’t find skinny boys at Diesel, and maybe I should’ve taken the hint. I love bears, but I felt like I was an eyesore 💔