We?re a decent middle-aged couple? Well-mannered, quiet, undemanding. We arrived for an early dinner while the restaurant was still bereft of customers. Yet, we were seated in a strange corner of the patio, behind a door and up against a wall, where crawlies kept biting my partner. Again, we are well-mannered, quiet, undemanding, so we remained. Our waiter was very curt with us, but we accepted that too, willing to cut him some slack. The runner was inattentive: Not bringing our water and bringing only bits of bread, and only when we requested. We cut him slack too. Then, as more diners arrived, we witnessed an entirely different style of service provided to them. They were seated in choice areas, far from us. Glistening glasses of ice water and full loaves of fresh-baked bread appeared just as they settled into their seats. The waiter was practically singing when engaging with the other customers. See, we initially cut the service staff slack because as fellow people of color, we just do that. But to experience the Colonial sting of our ?brothers? serving all the Caucasian customers with such zeal, while we sat as if we just clomped in from the field, was too much to bear. And to top it off? The food was only fair.
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