African-American people love to eat steak, and we shouldn’t have to put up with white supremacy to do so.
I’m highly upset—but not surprised—to hear of a policy at Steak 48, one of the top steakhouses in Philadelphia, that seems to be specifically targeted at the restaurant’s African-American demographic.
Among other things, it bans dining in sweatpants, and it insists that you spend at least $100 per table.
The list of things you’re not supposed to wear runs to nearly three pages long and includes seemingly anything a black patron might think to wear, other than a shirt that reads, “Every black woman deserves a BMW (Black Man Working)"—and I’m sure that’s just because whoever came up with that list wasn’t into black culture back when that was a thing. They were still listening to Wilson Phillips (which kinda cranks tbh).
I’m especially concerned with the ban on dining in sweatpants for a couple of reasons:
1) If it’s an especially good meal, I’m gonna go hard, and I might go up a pant size. I need to be wearing something with a little give in the waist. If I go in there wearing slacks that end up splitting in the crotch, are they gonna buy me a new pair of pants? I’m sure they can afford it, if they insist on people paying $100 just for a couple of steak dinners.
2) My ideal evening, if I could ever hope to be so lucky, would involve having dinner in a fancy steakhouse where one could conceivably spend upwards of $100 and then going to get some glitter on my face, and it’s a known fact that you get more out of a strip club experience if you go there in a pair of those Adidas track pants like the Beastie Boys used to wear. I wrote about it back in the mid ‘00s.
I could just go home and change pants after dinner, or bring a pair with me and change in a public restroom, but why should I have to inconvenience myself just because the people who own Steak 48 clearly have a problem with black people?
When this became a huge controversy the other day, someone on Twitter surfaced several pics of black people posted up in front of the sign in front of the restaurant, I guess so they could front on social media. I guess some people have been going there and just getting an appetizer, so they can be seen as having eaten in a fancy restaurant. A few of the pics were of these groups of linebacker-size black women who go on group dates with each other, because they’ve collectively given up hope of finding a man—even a guy who just got out of jail.
Presumably, those black chicks are spending a lot more than $100. Some of them might be spending that much per person. So I’m not sure what the problem is there. Maybe they’re talking too loud while the people at the next table are trying to conduct business.
I’d be curious to know why a young black guy would pretend to eat a meal (an actual meal) at a fancy steakhouse. Is he pretending to have been signed to Def Jam, to score with a girl? I guess that’s a good idea. I’d be concerned about the potential ramifications of scoring with a girl who would put out on the basis of having been treated to appetizers-only at a steakhouse that apparently caters to hoodrats. You could be setting yourself up for years of financial hardship.
Black people shouldn’t be eating at Steak 48 anyway, if we’re not allowed to express ourselves sartorially while we eat. We should take our hard-earned money to a restaurant that’s long appreciated its black clientele, like Red Lobster.
Take it easy on yourself,