Black diner owner's 'I don't bite' sign sparks soul-searching about racism in UK

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LONDON -- A diner owner has triggered soul-searching about racism in Britain after putting up a sign informing customers she is black and doesn’t "bite."

Martha-Renee Kolleh, 46, said she was so fed up with people walking out of her restaurant when they spotted the color of her skin that she put up the notice in the establishment's door last week.

“I am a black woman and always will be,” it reads. “If you are allergic to black people don’t come in. But if you prefer quality wholesome meals come in. I don’t bite!”

The mother of three said as one family of potential patrons turned around to leave her Yeanon Café in Wakefield, Yorkshire, she heard them say: “I think we’re in the wrong place.”

http://worldnews.nbcnews.com/_news/...sparks-soul-searching-about-racism-in-uk?lite
 
Glad to hear that you're searching for your soul.

Me, I tend not to dine in restaurants where I can't read the menu and none of the staff speak English. And I won't eat the toast if it's too black.
 
Glad to hear that you're searching for your soul.

Me, I tend not to dine in restaurants where I can't read the menu and none of the staff speak English. And I won't eat the toast if it's too black.

Who said I have a soul, RacistYellowneckIdiot! :rolleyes:
 
Me, I tend not to dine in restaurants where I can't read the menu and none of the staff speak English.
Why not? Several of my most memorable meals have been in places where no English was spoken.
 
It's Yorkshire. They're nearly as backwards as Americans.
 
yeah because all 312 million americans are exactly the same, right?

christ you're simple.

Shouldn't you be mouth breathing round am pics? You fucking oxygen thief.
 
It's Yorkshire. They're nearly as backwards as Americans.

Spoken like the resident of a once relevant quaint little island awaiting the birth of their future royal master.
 
Spoken like the resident of a once relevant quaint little island awaiting the birth of their future royal master.

Are you excited?....me too!... I can't wait. I have bunting and union-jack paper cups and everything.
 
I'm still struggling with the fact that I simply can't picture those two having sex. But then I couldn't picture Diana and Charles having sex either. I mean sure she could use his ears for handlebars but something tells me he didn't go down all that often if at all.
 
Why not? Several of my most memorable meals have been in places where no English was spoken.


Me too! Although most of those were in France and one was only memorable because they served me black cheese that smelled like poo.
 
I'm still struggling with the fact that I simply can't picture those two having sex. But then I couldn't picture Diana and Charles having sex either. I mean sure she could use his ears for handlebars but something tells me he didn't go down all that often if at all.

Didn't Chuck tell Camilla he wanted to be her tampon or something? I think he chows down down there.
 
"...her diner, which serves English and Afro-Caribbean food"

Perhaps there is just not a huge market for Afro-Caribbean food in a small town in North Yorkshire?
 
I'm still struggling with the fact that I simply can't picture those two having sex. But then I couldn't picture Diana and Charles having sex either. I mean sure she could use his ears for handlebars but something tells me he didn't go down all that often if at all.

I do believe that after Royal marriages they are still required to show a bloody sheet after the wedding night to prove consumation. I'm guessing as she almost certainly wasn't a virgin (and I'm treading on thin ice there constitutionally) they either indulged in a bit of rough anal or sacrificed a small chicken.

I think Charles went to Eton so I'm guessing there was a lot of bottom sex there too.

I read somewhere that Diana used to dress up as a bloke with a fake 'tache and visit gay clubs with Freddie Mercury and Kenny Everett. It's a strange old world.
 
You fell for the old "tell them that piece of poop is cheese" ploy, huh?

I'd ordered "La Fruits de Merde avec pommes frites" for my main. The cheese was supposed to take the taste of the garlic off my breath as I was entertaining a lady that evening.

As it was, my breath was all pooey so I had to rim her instead which certainly made Paris seem less romantic.
 
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