From Gucci Little Piggy, who is by the way banned from this site for rudeness. Glpiggy is some kind of rightwing, Libertarian economics, HBD, anti-feminist and increasingly flagrantly racist blog in the Alternative Right blogosphere. Alternative right, whatever that means, right? What does it mean anyway? Why would anyone want to be Alternative Right? What’s so hip and cool about it anyway?
This is an interesting view of what it is like to serve Black people in a large restaurant. The Blacks show up en masse for the cheapest meal of them all, which isn’t even very good for you either. Buffalo wings, mozzarella sticks and ranch dressing are full of fat and possibly salt too.
There are lots of violations of basic White manners in this post.
Showing up en masse for the cheapest food of them all. Uncertain whether this is rude or cheap. A lot of Whites would probably do it, but something rings cheap about it. Marginal, tough call. In White society, when you all show up for the cheapest deal of them all, it means you’re broke and you don’t have any money. Or else you have money and you’re just tight. Neither of which looks good in money obsessed White society.
Bringing little kids and babies to a restaurant at 11:30 at night? Now that’s just weird. Most Whites would say that the little ones ought to be in bed at that hour.
Swapping tables? Wow. Bringing your food with you to the tables of your friends? Wow. Hard to say. We, or I, just don’t do that. Not that I can think of anyway. I mean, maybe did it in high school? It’s going to be big mess to bring your food to another table. Maybe you might go to the other table, but without any food, visit a bit and then leave.
Demand that the waiter prepare a special mix of French and ranch dressing. Now you are a demanding diner, demanding special favors from the help. That’s considered rude. Some Whites are rude. If you have a lot of money, you can be a demanding diner, but you should tip very well. At any rate, you are considered to be imposing on the table help.
Asking for a warm water bowl and a hot towel and a lemon to clean up. That is extremely demanding and a very strange request. Most Whites would consider that to be an outrageous and rude demand. Just go the restroom and wash up.
Demanding a plate of lemons so you can make free lemonade. Wow. Cheap and tacky ain’t the word! That is so low. Trying to get free food. Just order a lemonade and be done with it.
Refusing to tip. Yes, Blacks don’t tip. This is a longstanding complaint of many servers. Or if they do, they tip very low. I mean very, very, very low.
Making loud and rude passive aggressive remarks about the service. Wow. That is extremely rude. You just don’t do that. Unless the service is outrageously bad, and I can’t remember the last time that was true. You don’t complain about the help. In most cases, is it not obvious that they are going out of their way to win you over so they get a good tip?
Drug dealers ordering outrageously gauche and tacky to the extreme most expensive stuff out there. What to say? Whites would not do that. If you’re a drug dealer, and I knew a few, you play it cool and don’t show off. The more you show off, the more you are likely to get busted.
The Black drug dealer not only doesn’t tip, but he doesn’t even leave enough to cover the bill in the first place. Wow, beyond rude heading to the antisocial. If you’re going to order the most expensive stuff on the menu, well, you just have to tip, that’s all there is to it. And you have to tip well.
Ordering the most expensive stuff means you are bucks up to the extreme. In that case, you must tip well. And of course you must pay for your meal. Ordering the most expensive stuff on the menu and then not only not tipping but not even covering the bill, well, that borders on the sociopathic. Actually, it is sociopathic.
I waited tables at a chain bar and grill in college. They offered $1.99 baskets of hot wings and mozzarella sticks from 8PM-Close. The place would go from mostly whites to all black at 8PM, as the blacks came in for their $1.99 dinner of “buppalo wings” as they called them. We called the blacks “dub dubs” or WWs, the Wings and Water crowd. The black cooks in the kitchen would get a kick out of watching the Negroes run the white waiters ragged.
The blacks brought their small babies and children at 11:30PM for this wholesome meal, and often came in groups of 10 or more. Sometimes the entire restaurant was full of one hundred blacks who all knew each other and swapped tables, taking their baskets of food with them.
Tables of fat black women would order 4 or more baskets of food each, all with 3 or 4 greasy tubs of ranch dressing. They would demand that I mix the french and ranch dressing for them. It was just a flying mess of grease, napkins, bones, and lemons. I remember one woman asking me for a “warm water bowl with lemon and a hot towel” to bathe herself after eating.
These women would strip the wing bones clean in one bite. They drank gallons of water, demanded a “plate of lemons”, and then would mix in the sweet and low to make free lemonade. They always stiffed me on the check, and as you described, made loud rude passive aggressive comments about the service.
The male black drug dealers would order the $15 sirloin steak well done with double french fries and frozen top shelf Brandy Alexanders ($12 ea) from the bar. The men would always order frozen strawberry daiquiris with whipped cream. One time a guy ran up a $100 tab as if he was at a fine dining establishment. He did not even throw enough rolled drug cash on the table to cover his bill.