“Mittie's Cafe and Tea Room - Great place food is awesome!”
“The chicken salad and salmon were delicious and the service excellent.”
Discriminated and Segregated.
I've been a regular customer at Mittie's for years. It's a favorite lunch spot of mine.
I have a mental illness and got a puppy several months ago; he's being trained as a psychiatric service dog.
My service dog is a 5.6 pound Maltese. I carry him in a tote bag. This works out well, as he can stay next to me for monitoring (him monitoring me to interrupt anxiety attacks.) It also allows him to keep a low profile and do his job. He's not a pet; he's a working animal. The staff at Mittie's knows this because we have had discussions about his abilities, about seizure dogs, and about how cool it is that dogs can help people this way. It's all been positive.
He was with me at Mittie's at least twice before. Last time he barked a few times; we were sitting outside. If his barking had escalated, I simply would have left - I am responsible for the dog's stewardship. With service dogs in training, occasional inappropriate barks are expected.
Yesterday when my friend and I arrived at the restaurant, the owner/manager (at least I think she is, as she's the one in charge) told us that the health inspector was coming, and we couldn't bring my service animal inside. When I said, "Oh, no - you're fine. We're protected by federal law," and presented a laminated copy of of the relevant sections of the Americans with Disabilities Act, the owner said something about him not being marked. I informed her that legally he doesn't have to be marked and that he was in a special harness.
Then she said he smelled. He was just groomed a week ago. I doubted it, and said "Really?" She said, "Yes, and it changes the taste of the food." At this point, she is standing in the door of the restaurant.
She asked it if it was okay if she sat us in this little room off the entrance. I was polite and said yes, because it was quieter. By this point, I was livid. If my friend had not had such a longstanding relationship with the restaurant, I would have left.
Once at our table, I realized why we had never been seated in this room before - it was the employee breaks room. That also explained why someone sprawling at one of the tables left when we were seated.
I kept my cool and minded my manners. It's not like our server did anything to incur my wrath. Plus my mama raised me better than that. I wanted to have a nice lunch with my friend. Her mama raised her better than to make a stink, too. I just made a point to savor each bite of my quiche since I'm never going back.
It wasn't until afterward when I allowed myself to review the events that I saw the big picture. I *felt* the big picture as it was happening. I mean, I never even made it within 5 feet of the hostess stand. It was shocking to be greeted like this at the door of one of my favorite lunch places. I mean, didn't we settle this back in the 1960's?
We know that discrimination against people with mental illnesses occurs. The National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI) is running the "Bring Change 2 Mind" campaign with Glenn Close in an effort to address the stigma. It just never occurred to me that it would cause me to be segregated in a restaurant - and especially not one where they know me.
I'm not launching a boycott or anything. I'm just not going back. And if you can't survive without their scones and creme fraiche, I certainly understand. I just want you to make an informed decision about where you vote with your dollars.
Incidentally, my dog never made a peep. He stayed quietly in his bag by my feet the whole time, just like a service dog is supposed to do.
Definitely My New Breakfast Place.
I was looking for a nice breakfast that was local, since I just moved to C*mming (haha, citysearch wont let me put my own city name in because they think it's "innapropriate!", awesome.) from Norcross. Typically in the past before I moved, I went to La Madeleine, but the closest one to C*mming is in Roswell, so I didn't want to go that far. I stumbled across Mitties here on citysearch, and decided it would be an excellent first breakfast date place with my new boyfriend. He's young and has a big loud mouth, and the servers were still very polite and friendly. Upon attempting to order something without peppers, the manager (or maybe owner, she didn't introduce herself) came out and discussed my options, because evidently pretty much everything they make, short of a couple of the crepes, has red peppers in it, even half the stuff that didn't have them listed on the menu. We talked it over, and finally decided the crepe lorraine might be the best bet. I got a side of lobster bisque, even though it has a few peppers in it, and a croissant on the side. I ordered sweet tea, and my boyfriend ordered milk. We both must have drank at least 5 glasses of each, lol. The sweet tea was amazing, and had a hint of mint to it.
When the food arrived, which was rather prompt, it looked amazing. It wasn't at all what I was expecting. It wasn't a traditional "crepe" dish like you'd expect, but instead more like a casserole, and was AMAZING. I'm not normally a fan of onions, but they were delicious in this! I dipped my croissant in the amazing lobster bisque and was in heaven!
I just can't get over how wonderful this place was. I will definitely be back many times!
Great brunch or light lunch place. Another one of my favorite haunts in Alpharetta. Every friend I've taken there has liked it a lot! I always get the Monte Cristo -- two slices of French toast with ham and melted swiss cheese in between. A light dusting of powdered sugar tops the sandwich. You get a choice of home fries or fresh fruit (I recommend the fruit) and a choice of mini scone (always my choice), croissant, or other bread item. I've tried the Italian wedding soup on a couple of visits, and it was delicious. The Canadian sausage pie was also good. My friends have enjoyed the quiche Lorraine, the ham-egg-cheese croissant, and the chicken salad with cranberries. The walls are decorated with artwork for sale, and the tables have small, interesting containers holding fresh flowers. The owner is almost always there, and we've had some nice conversations when it hasn't been too busy. During the week, it's best to arrive by 11:30, or you might not find a place to sit.
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