When I looked up from the menu smiling I saw that my boyfriend was totally ticked. After listing the specials and pointing out some exceptional bottles of wine, she stepped away to give us a minute to choose. As we entered, the hostess, who was white, asked how many people were in our party, to which I replied, and proceeded to sit us at a table by the window where the waitress, who happened to be white, promptly handed me our menus and asked if we wanted a drink.
One evening not so long into our courtship, my fiancé and I went to a hipster restaurant located in a progressive Brooklyn neighborhood for dinner.
