Little Caesars Pizza — Restaurant in Grand Rapids

Just had one of the most annoying and yet most demeaning homophobic experiences within a food industry establishment in all my adult years...

A friend and I stopped in to place an order. The cashier herself was very sweet, but half way through our order a tall thin guy with a beard and lLttle Ceasars polo went to the side door, cut into my order and said in a very stereotypical and feminine whiney voice, "Hey sweetie, could you PUHLEASE open this door for me? Thank you love!"

I didn't think anything of it at first, but then I saw the man gain access behind the counter and sort of chuckled and rolled his eyes and swished into the back of the store as he stared us down.

Yes, me and my friend identify as LGBTQ, but, this man did not. As soon as I left, I could see him laughing and mocking us to the point that my friend didn't want to come back inside.

I came back in to pick up my order, and I overhear the man talking in a regular voice, but then he sees its me at the counter and he goes up a couple octives, waves his hands around and continued to attempt to make fun of me.

A customer walked up next to me and asked me what did I think his problem was, I embarrassingly shrugged, took my food and left.

I still left a tip for the cashier, but I could tell she was embarrassed too, because she saw the look on my face and she mouthed "sorry", and looked away.

I will be urging all of my community as well as friends to avoid coming here to this location. This is not...

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