Why I’m Boycotting Slate NY… and Why You Should Too
Last night, Wednesday, January 16, 2013, I attended the Art of Happy Hour event at Bounce Sporting Club (55 West 21st Street, New York, NY 10010), which was hosted by a friend of mine. After a few drinks, five of us headed to Slate NY (54 West 21st Street, New York, NY 10010) for a quick bite before heading home. I’ve been to Slate NY a few times, mostly after the South ‘N The City party. It’s never crowded, I mean NEVER, which is one of the reasons we go. It isn’t because of the food or drinks, trust me…
So my friends and I pile into the venue and as usual, we’re seated immediately. Why? Because it’s empty as always. About 10 minutes later, we were ready to order. The waitress asked how we were paying. I found this to be weird. I mean, most restaurants don’t ask you how you’re paying when you order, right? We inform her that except for one person, we’ll all be paying cash. The waitress then asked for a credit card from each of us.
Hold up. Why do you need all of our cards if we’re paying with cash? (I’ve definitely been asked for ONE card to place an ENTIRE order before but not five cards.) Oh, I know why…because Black people run out of establishments without paying, right?We all turn over our cards but share “This shit ain’t right” glances across the table.
Most of my friends are on the social media application Foursquare. They check-in and discover that there is a free drink voucher. I login to redeem it. We tell the waitress about the voucher and she informs us that we must ask the man standing at the front desk. My friend and I walk over to him and display our phones.
Me: “Hi, we have a Foursquare voucher for a free drink.”
Him: *looks at our phones* “It doesn’t have a validate button.”
Me: “Oh. Well, where would that be?”
Him: “How would I know that? It’s your phone.”
Me: “Oh wow. Got it!” *walks back to table*
Him: *mumbles some incomprehensible shit*
Now, I know what you’re thinking, “Is she really that mad she didn’t get a free drink?” No. I’m mad at the attitude and terrible customer service.
I bet you’re thinking this was a White guy, right? Nope he was a man of color, Black or Hispanic. I go back to my seat, but only for a second because I must know the name of this disrespectful man. He tells me “Roddy” and I calmly commence to tweeting.
And look at that, I’m not the only person who has had a terrible experience at Slate NY.
Everyone else’s food comes within the next few minutes, but mine comes much later. I ordered a salad. I suspect Roddy had something to do with this. I only ate a few bites, as racism tends to take away my appetite.
Our cards were returned to us and we paid cash. I gave a $50 bill for my $13 salad. The waitress only gave me $7 back…I guess an angry Black woman or a Black woman with money makes her too nervous to count properly.
I will never go back to Slate. I will also never promote any events held there. If you had a similar experience at Slate NY, tweet them at @SlateNY or @TheLureGroup, comment on their Facebook page, or email them at email@example.com. Let your voice be heard!