Brenda M.
Yelp
Yesterday I wanted to support a black owned restaurant because of the history of Juneteenth. There was no black own restaurant in my area I could find. My daughter looked up a place 35 minutes away so I started driving there. Something told me to call them, I had a person that is like a daughter to me to call and conference me in. I was informed they had sold out of everything. I asked are there any other black owned restaurants I could go to. I was informed other customers of theirs go to Sunday Dinner. I had my adopted daughter look them up for the address. So she found them on Yelp. We called them, they said all they had was 8 poorboy sandwich's left. I said I will take them all. The person on the telephone stated we are in a residential area I said ok. So I turned around to drive in their direction. I was still on my cell phone with my adopted daughter, then I arrived at the location. Man I said you must stay on the phone with me because I am at someone's house. I could not believe this. I was parked outside thinking what is going on. Part of me was thinking am I going to be robbed, my hand started shaking and I could not move. My adopted daughter said " they are on Yelp". A woman drove up and parked in front of the house and came over to me and said your food is almost done then she went inside of the house. I was so confused but I could not drive away. I could feel myself flashback to my childhood of buying food from "Big Momma's House" on the corner. My professional world I live in now told me to drive away. Two worlds were coming together for me, and I did not know what to do. I just started laughing out of control. My adopted daughter started laughing and repeatedly saying "they are on Yelp". I felt like we both could not move. I knew I could have drove my BMW lifestyle away but I could not move!!!! 25 minutes later that woman that said my food was almost done came out with another women with bags of food. The food smelled of my childhood, part of me wanted to cry. The women came over to my car, and all I could say was "I do not understand", she said "I love to cook, and I cook with love". She said a have a permit to sell food out of my home, and the state health inspectors have been all over my home. I said all I have is my credit card because I thought I was going to a restaurant. She said I take credit cards. She told the other woman to go get her phone. The food smell was so familiar to me. Driving away, all I could think of was this is what being Black in this country is all about. There was a time in the country when we could not eat in a restaurant with white people, and black women would cook from their home. We know that "Big Momma's House" would feed us food made with love. Thank you Sunday Dinner for reminding me of my childhood, and the strength of a Black Woman's Love. I highly recommend Sunday Dinner..."That Food Was Great". Brenda Mason
