I will never step foot into Villa Sombrero again. I walk in and I thought that it would be a great place to eat. So we sat down and the waiter asked us what we wanted to drink. The waiter then asked if I had a shirt. I was wearing a blue tank since it was about 100 degrees at the time. The tank didn't even look like an undershirt. "No." I promptly responded. He gave us a nervous chuckle and asked us if we wanted to eat out on their patio. "NO. It's way too hot out." He left and didn't come back for about 5 minutes and said, "I'm sorry. We can't find a shirt for you." I'm like WTF? Does this guy really expect me to wear their stupid ass shirt just to eat at this shitty restaurant? I rolled my eyes and we left.

I was pissed. I mean, come on...This place wasn't even a swanky place to begin with. I also didn't see a sign concerning attire. FUCK THAT PLACE. I'm not going there again. It's stupid... There are no other places that would consider what I was wearing unworthy of service. What's even worse is that they really thought that I was willing to wear one of their shirts over. They aren't worth the trouble. Fuck them. Was it racial? Could've been, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't.

That's the first time that happened to me. Ludacris I tell you....just ludacris.