Dear reader, consider the current greater social cultural and political context as you read the following. I [Latino] used to go in about once a month with my [white] wife... oh yeah, this is going where you think it is, so pour yourself a cup of tea...
A couple months ago I went in alone and got carded. I'd never seen this happen here before and it seemed odd. I mean, I wasn't buying alcohol and I'm pushing 50. There was something about the way I was asked that surprised me. The guy at the counter must have registered my confusion and clarified, "show ID for the card," in a blunt manner. He made me feel uneasy. Was it my imagination? Was homie being rude? The short exchange made me feel like there was something negative about me that made them ask for ID. Was it the color of my skin? Was my general joie de vivre not showing?
I questioned the exchange with a three star review on Google Maps. Surprisingly, someone claiming to be the owner immediately responded (I mean like in a couple of minutes) and said there was a new policy because of an incident. I thought this was plausible and took my review down. Still I had questions, "did the incident of fraud alluded to involve people of color?" You see, I'm inquisitive by nature dear reader and simply can't go long without scratching such an itch...
Well, it turns out this "new policy" didn't last a week. My wife went in again and didn't get carded. Even then I thought, charitably, that it was reportedly a bit busy--and you know how these "we have a new policy" types will hide behind anything that gives them wiggle room for a disclaimer. Perhaps they may even respond with, "the employee who checked her out is new and forgot our policy." By the way, this is a policy that doesn't seem to be enforced and that no one else in town seems to have.
So, I decided another visit to test the new "policy" was warranted in the interest of fairness--and the owner's presumed craftiness. A week later my wife returned and swiped a credit card that hasn't even been signed--nothing! I hereby declare the alleged policy was BS all along. Sucks too, had the owner just said it was an error and that it would not happen again, I would have been cool about it. Now I'm pretty sure they racially profiled me.
Don't get me wrong, it may have been an isolated incident. Maybe I just have one of those ("immigrant") faces--ha! If only the owner had just apologized instead of deferring to some bogus policy, you wouldn't be reading this.
It's sad really, there are rumors about my neighborhood I had refused to believe until now (we moved here five years ago). I'm a big boy, I can take it, but my children live here, go to school here, and walk the village with their friends on the weekend. Shame...
I bumped into an old friend who told me she knows the owner before going on and on about the grilled cheese (I've had it, it's a grilled cheese). When i related the story above, she protested, "there must have been some mistake." I explained I gave them an out and told her about my initial review and how I'd taken it down for a couple of weeks. "They could have just apologized instead of falsely advertising the policy I checked out. I mean, they are a short walk away," I pointed out. "Well I've never had a problem, nor has anyone else I know," she finally stated. "Okay well look at you, and now look at me. Do all the people you know also look more like you than me." She finally got it. Raised eyebrow and all.
In full disclosure, this is from the edited review currently on Google Maps. I tend to have a good laugh with friends when I share this review at dinners and gatherings, sometimes just a block away from the Cheese Cave. It was during such an occasion that I was asked to share the review here. So, here you go.
I walk my dog past Cheese Cave now and again hoping he'll relieve himself on their wall or something. No luck thus far. You see, although I've taken it all in stride, my experience served as a precursor for sad things to come. Go ahead, deny everything I've written here. Defend their lavish cheeses and your right to shop there and reserve judgement to the death. I'll be thinking, "shame on you," as my pup and I stroll past judging you through the window.
Funny, I just read the negative reviews on here. They're all about one guy. I bet it's the same smug guy in my account above! There's even a post that accuses him of being rude to children. Ever see the movie Tin Cup? Lol! If you [high horse Cheese Cave dweller] read this: relax dude, it's just cheese. You run a relatively successful brick and mortar. This is great. It really doesn't require you to be so high up your own rectum. Just be kind.
Finally [and this is how the other review ends too], when it comes to this place, I do mean to gloat: I make a killer grilled cheese myself and it's gotten tastier since I stopped getting cheese from this place. read more