“WE DON’T SERVE THE LIKES OF YOU,” She Said, Tearing Up My Reservation — BUT Did She Know, This “TRASCH” Had Become Her Boss Just 20 Minutes Earlier... The sound of the paper tearing was louder than the jazz music playing softly in the background. The head hostess didn't just deny my entry. She made a spectacle of it. “Since when can stray dogs and cats come in here? Are the guards blind??” She snatched the reservation card from my hand, ripped it cleanly down the middle, and let the pieces flut