A Hostess Refused to Seat My 78-Year-Old Mother Because She “Looked Too Cheap”—Then the Restaurant Owner Came Running From the Kitchen in Tears
The dining room was warm.
White tablecloths.
Small amber lamps.
Candles.
A pianist near the back.
Not impossibly luxurious.
Nice.
The sort of place where birthdays mattered without requiring anyone to refinance a car.