Growing up, I was quite the picky eater, so I was a big fan of a nice kids’ menu. It was a huge relief when I spotted macaroni and cheese, chicken tenders and fries, grilled cheese or a chicken quesadilla on a restaurant’s menu. But around the age of 12 or 13, my palette started expanding, and I finally began asking for the big kids’ menu.
Even today, though, if I wasn’t particularly hungry, I might be inclined to order a child’s portion once again. That is, if the restaurant would let me… Below, you’ll find a story that a man recently shared on Reddit detailing how a coffee shop refused to sell him a bagel simply because he wasn’t a kid.
