I must have walked into a twilight zone around 11pm on March 15, the second I set foot in LA COMPAGNIE restaurant on 24th street Flatiron in NYC. I got hit hard by their door on the way in. Walked in holding my head in a daze about to pass out. I was instantly body blocked by a waitress named Rachel who kept saying, “we don’t have anything here!” I explained to her that I was meeting my husband who was seated at the back waiting for me. She cut me off and said, “I said we have no one here!” By now my head had a big visible bump. I just walked past her, barely getting through because she was still determined to prevent me from getting in. I joined my equally shocked husband at the back at the bar. I asked the bartender for some ice for my head. I sat there for at least at hour holding ice bag on my head and none of the staff members bothered to come by to see how I was doing and not even an apology from Rachel, none! I was dressed to the nines having just arrived from an event. It’s not like i was being mistaken for a homeless person breaking in. Even if so, no compassion was given! The bartender never asked how I was doing either nor offered any comforting words while serving my (white) husband his food and wine throughout the night. I’ve never seen a place full of cold hearted individuals in a line of hospitality work. I’ve never felt so humiliated and unseen in my life. And to think it would be my very first time there! I would hate to see how they would treat a choking customer and God forbid you’re a black one at that. Good luck!
Hubby did confront the culprit but that didn’t move the needle.
I’ve made a note on yelp and google as well. #knowledgeispower
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