oh yeah here is supposed to be 5 shots for $10 unless you are Black

A group of coworkers went to The Continental after work. They let the mixed race group in, but when one of them left to make a phone call, they wouldn't let him back inside. They said it was because of how he was dressed. Then they let a guy in who was wearing an almost identical outfit. He was black. Guy they let in was white.

From the Gothamist:

"I made a bad call letting you in."

"What do you mean?"

"We have a dress code here. You have a sideways cap and baggy shorts."

At this point, I understand how clubs do what they can to control the climate at places. The rules against baseball caps and sneakers, etc. are generally to keep out a crowd they don't want. Most recently, as I waited to meet people for a newyorkers meetup that no one attended, I was told by a doorman that I could wear my cap forward or backward, not sideways, and I did so accordingly. I have no problem with rules. So I compromise and respond: "Where is your dress code written? I can remove the cap and I have a change of clothes inside."

"We can't do it. It's about a general vibe."

My eyes are fighting not to roll out of their sockets at this point. I tell the doorman I am going in to get my things. As I go inside to grab my bag and my friends, the owner GRABS me and asks me "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get my things."

"You wait here. I'll get your friends and your things. You don't run this place."

What. The. Fuck?

My friends were both White. They apparently were wearing trendy "East Village" attire that consisted of Black jeans that stained of spilled mayo and black shirts with a patch that indicated that they worked at a restaurant that can be found in Times Square. The owner had nothing against what they were wearing, but when I repeated that I had that same exact uniform and could change into it, he repeated: "It's about the vibe. We have a regular clientele here. Once you're out, you're out. There are thousands of clubs in New York City"

As I waited on the sidelines boiling about this, I saw two other black men get ejected, one being in the group of my friends that came to meet us there. Unlike myself, he wore his complete work uniform. No cap, no sneakers, no "baggy pants." He wasn't allowed in and when asked why, the doorman gave no real reason.



***Fuck this place. The drinks are really weak anyway. I will just give them bad reviews on all sites that I am on.