It’s horrible to made to feel like you don’t belong. But as the meme says “There was an attempt…”
I was asked to meet a group of friends here and I arrived early. On its face Eatori is another "New Detroit" door that caters to set that probably considers the box (Lodge, 94, 75, Jefferson and all therein) as Detroit. So be it.
I walked past the bar at the front of the house and made it a point speak to the bartender who looked me in the eye, said nothing and returned to prepping the bar. I've been "me" for a long time, and that doesn't bother me as much anymore.
Head to the back to pick up a sandwich and the back of house staff was great. I select a sandwich, and the young lady behind the counter says "We can bring it to you". I walk to the market register and ask the young lady behind the counter, "are these separate business?" she replies, "No, but we get that question a lot." After sitting in plain view of the bartender for 20 mins eating. As I rise to leave, she asks, "Are you done" I respond simply "yes" to which she then challenges me with "Did you pay for that?". Now I am trying my very best to be as open and accommodating to all people, but questioning ones character after showing so very little of your own hit me in a particularly sharp and bright way. "Yes, I'm very sure would you like to see my receipt?" She responds, "yeah." As I fumble to retrieve my phone to pull up the transaction, we both see the market cashier walking in the door. Before I can present my transaction record, she, in her best "Karen" impression, asks her if I paid for the sandwich. The young lady looks and registers both my face and the situation and freezes. Her hesitation said everything. She felt what I felt. Finally, she responds, "yes." I walk out only to find my friends outside in the park in the annex of the restaurant. I proceed to tell them what happened and the waiter immediately, without prompting calls out the bad actor. I say all this because no one should be made to feel less than, especially when they are trying to patronize a relatively new establishment. I chatted with the owner and appreciated her sympathy to the situation, but as she told me, "She's been with me for a year." I wonder how many others, in that year, had the same experience. What made her so comfortble as to ask, repeatedly if i’d paid. And in the most narrow moment of self doubt, what did I do to portray someone that would do that? My emotions want me to wish ill on the spot and have it shudder like most restaurants do in 3 years. But in my heart I want the XX number of jobs and good experiences to contiue becase that what we as a city need. To achieve that, you have to excise the bad and coach the good to great.
TLDR: Food is ok but overpriced. The environment is cool but tight. Service is far less than what I would desire, but I may not be the target consumer. And to be very VERY clear this is not racism. This is just prejudice. A decision on the level and type of engagement that I was to receive was determined very early in this transaction. If you're ok with that Eatori is the place for you. If you have an issue with that. You may want to mind your company if you choose to frequent.