Sure, I may have been 5 minutes late for dim sum but I watched a group get seated right before me and handed menus, told what the kitchen had left, and I was then left to wait another 5 minutes while you took another order over the phone. When I asked if I could still get dim sum, you looked at me so matter of factly and said, "Sorry, dim sum all finished." Now maybe I was experiencing an acid flashback, but the group ahead of me I'm sure were just handed dim sum menu's and were told what the kitchen had left, at least I thought so... After I pointed this out, I was told "No." So apparently I was indeed having an acid flashback because now the hostess just told me that I didn't see what I just saw.

"Dim sum finish at 3:00, no later." I am told to my disbelief as I can now overhear the other group placing their order.

"But they just got menus, they are ordering, and they just arrived too." I state almost questioningly as I feel confused to how this is happening.

I shake my head and politely tell the hostess that I'll never be returning again. I can't believe how furious I feel knowing that if I had been Asian, they would've given me a table like the group just before me.

It's a rare occurrence that a Caucasian experiences discrimination in Halifax, and now that I've barely sensed a hint of it, I have a whole new level of empathy to those that experience it on a daily basis on levels much deeper than getting fed on a Sunday afternoon. —No Dim Sum for You