Charity M.
Yelp
My husband surprised me with what was supposed to be a fun romantic evening at a great Mediterranean restaurant he'd heard about on Instagram. The ambiance and food did not disappoint, and soon we were enjoying ourselves. Our servers were pleasant and had a good sense of humor.
As the courses progressed, my husband noticed a man (who appeared to be the manager) dressed in all black, with a connected mustache, a red something pinned to his shirt, and a long ponytail, who greeted all of the guests except us. The restaurant hadn't gotten busy yet, and though I thought it was odd that someone would greet everyone except us, I optimistically assumed that he would make his way over.
As dinner progressed, the restaurant became crowded, and I watched my husband's face turn from happiness to disappointment as he saw the employee (presumably the manager?) repeatedly walk past our table to visit, greet, shake hands, and pour wine and water for every other patron except us.
I began to feel increasingly uncomfortable
When I noticed that the only difference between the other patrons and ourselves was that we are African Americans, and the other guests were Caucasian in appearance. It pained me to see the surprise, frustration, and disappointment on my husband's face as this realization weighed in on us. So much so that I asked him if he would take me home. We hadn't finished our meal. After our server gave us the check, we quickly hurried out of Elia's, feeling hurt, disappointed, and upset.
I was shocked to experience service at such a beautiful establishment where treating all patrons with courtesy and welcome wasn't something that would be done automatically.