"Their shop smells good, looks super cute, and seems to have good food; a woman working the shop's cash register was super nice.But, the guys working the kitchen had this crabby, toxic-masculinity energy and were ridiculously weirded out by my mild PTSD symptoms (which mostly just come off as social anxiety).These guys were polite to my face but kept staring at me and made a few comments under their breath for the hour or two that I tried to have coffee and get homework done--as though it bothered them to allow me to exist in their space and focus on my work in peace. Despite that I was polite, quiet, calm, and bothered no one, I felt extremely unwelcome. I will not be coming back while any of those cooks are there.I went late morning on a Sunday...maybe other shifts are better?"
