Uploaded by Nemis on February 23, 2010
Sausage and Olive Pizza
Yellowbrick Pizzeria - Columbus, OH
Yellow brick drafthouse and Pizzeria is located in Olde Town east in Columbus with parking situated off the street. Closed on Mondays but opening up at 4pm this friendly neighborhood pizzeria is a good place to try one of 16 draft beers and one of their 19 specialty pies. Here we have created our own with a white sauce, sausage and olives. The crust had a nice chew while the toppings tasted fresh and simple.
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Would you eat here again? Yes
First off, I would like to say I wish this was a review about the food. I've never had a bite to eat there but the smells from the shop would tease me as I would tend the front garden. I heard nothing but good things from Mary, Lilly's (one of the owners) mother, and she proudly introduced herself and her children (Lilly included) to me and my father. I own another property seven doors from the restaurant and was SERIOUSLY looking forward to my mother coming to town so we could eat there.
Imagine my surprise when today I got home and asked my father how his day was and he told me he has had better. I asked what happened and he told me that he was working on the house and his phone died, making him unable to call my sister to come pick him up to come back to the main house.
Knowing that the pizzeria was right down the street and he knew the family that owned it, he walked the half block down the street and went in. Lilly was there and asked if she could help him. Now, my father is a 61 year old black male. He is well groomed, extremely educated, and even-tempered.
He politely explained his situation and asked if she could help him out. To which she replied "sorry, we don't have any pay phones here." He asked again and then she kinda shrugged it off and asked him if he wanted something to drink. Not a beer drinker, he quickly looked and said he'd have a Samuel Adams. She got his drink and he placed a $10 to pay for it. When she returned with his change he tried again. He threw out the names of her family members to let her know he wasn't a bum on the streets or a random stranger.
After having had to throw out "credentials" she was reluctantly willing to dial the numbers he gave her. She tried the number and then said it was disconnected. Having spoken to her several times that day on that phone number he was a bit confused, but in the end asked her if she could call him a cab. She did and then let him know it would be between 15-20 minutes.
Still willing to turn the other cheek, and more still spend his money there, he tried to order a pizza to go, thinking he would surprise us with the pizza when he got home. Lilly said she would have to ask someone. She turned around and asked the guy making pizza something and then said "well, it will take 20 minutes and your cab is going to be here in 15 so you may not get your pizza." Getting the idea that he wasn't welcome in there he said ok and sat there as he waited for his cab.
I decided that it may be best to find out what happened firsthand and decided to pay the place a visit with my sister. I was hoping that it was a difference of perceptions.
We went in and it was busy and loud. Lilly came to the front and I asked if we could go somewhere quieter to discuss something. She asked why and I let her know I'm pretty sure she didn't want to have this conversation right there. There was a packed restaurant and at least 6 other employees were already standing around listening to what was going on. In flip flops, a long skirt, and a camisole I was hardly intimidating. I even had my earrings on! She refused to talk elsewhere and I let her know I wasn't happy with the level of service she provided my father with.
She cut me off and loud-talked me when I hadn't even raised my voice. She gave EVERY reason in the world for treating him the way she did citing "people in this neighborhood are always trying to scam us." I even let her know that I was not satisfied with her response. I gave her every opportunity to apologize for the way she treated him and she just kept trying to justify her actions. She even threw out "and I know you're thinking I'm racist, but it wasn't because he was black."
I wanted her to realize that the way you treat people has consequences and no matter what her motives were she shouldn't have treated ANYONE in such a fashion. I didn't want a free pizza or her firstborn; I wanted her to apologize for the way she made my father feel unwelcome in her restaurant. She just didn't get it. She even loud-talked us as my sister politely told her that all she wanted to hear was an "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding."
Instead of plugging the restaurant like I usually do when people asked about pizza in the area I'll make sure I tell them about the experience we had with Lilly and let them know know of other places where the most important color is green.
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Would you eat here again? No