I was making my way back to work after lunch with a friend at La Loteria, one of the few Mexican restaurants I like in Manhattan.
I don’t like to walk around in Greenwich Village because I always get lost, but I do it because, as anyone will tell you, it’s rare to find good Mexican food in New York. I also like that place because most of the people working there seem to be Hispanic. I’m sorry to be so judgey, but I hate Mexican restaurants that only employ white waitstaff.
I hadn’t really noticed the two young African American men waiting for the light to change–one on a bike, the other one standing–until I heard the one on the bike say “I don’t know, man, ask a white person” as he sped off.
The other one dutifully turned around and asked, “Do you know which way is Broadway?”
His expression sagged in disappointment when I said that no, I didn’t know. First I felt guilty then I got hurt. Was he calling me white? But… But.. I’m Mexican!