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Texas Roadhouse rage: As chains race to douse social media wildfire, chain fires waitress for ‘kill Mexicans’ Tweet

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TEXAS ROADHOUSE fired a waitress in Greeley, Colo., this week after she tweeted a threat to kill Mexicans, in a flash of roadhouse rage because a customer didn’t tip her. Texas Roadhouse spokesman Travis Doster told ABC 7 News: “Our managing partner was actually mowing his lawn when he was alerted. He immediately rushed to the restaurant, met with the employee who posted this disgusting Tweet, and she was terminated.”

Former waitress Megan Olson, who goes by the name Megatron on Twitter, wrote: “If we had a real life purge I would kill as many Mexicans as I could in one night. #learnhowtotipyoufuckingtwats.” ABC 7 showed an edited photo of the Tweet; photo, top.

Olson later apologized on Facebook: “I wrote hurtful, inconsiderate, insensitive and careless words and I understand the amount of people I have offended by that. There are no excuses for what I have done. . . . I want you all to know that I do not actually feel this way.” Her Twitter account is now password-protected. (ABC 7 News)

A Facebook user reported Olson’s Tweet on the Louisville-based restaurant chain’s Facebook page Thursday, and the company responded immediately, illustrating once more how quickly companies try to extinguish bad news before it goes viral on social media.

The Texas Roadhouse case was the fourth time in less than a month where Louisville fast-food chains were attacked for employees’ discriminatory behavior. There was last Saturday’s much-discussed Taco Bell employee in Phenix City, Ala., who refused to serve two uniformed sheriff’s deputies (story, below), and two Papa John’s restaurants where employees used racial slurs on order slips, in Denver last week, and in Louisville at the end of June.

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As the Seelbach shutters the Oak Room for remodeling, recalling the louche Rathskeller’s heyday

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Mobster Al Capone reportedly hung out in the Rathskeller.
Members of the American Business Club met in the Seelbach Hotel’s Rathskeller in March 1928, in this photo from the University of Louisville Photographic Archives. Pelican sculptures created by Rookwood Pottery of Cincinnati embellish the columns in what was a booming night club in the 1920s and 1930s.

The Seelbach has just announced the Rathskeller’s sister venue, the Oak Room, is closing for a summer-long renovation, according to The Courier-Journal.

Great GatsbyRathskeller (“council’s cellar” in German) is a name in German-speaking countries for a bar or restaurant in the basement of a city hall. At the Seelbach, the name reflected the background of the hotel’s Bavarian-born founders, brothers Louis and Otto Seelbach. They opened the hotel in 1905 as Louisville’s answer to the old-world grandeur of European hotels in Vienna and Paris.

Louis arrived in 1869 at 17 years old, and his brother followed in 1891, during a wave of German immigration that transformed Louisville’s economy. Already by 1850, Germans accounted for nearly 20% of the city’s 43,000 residents.

The Seelbach also played a cameo role in F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “The Great Gatsby,” as the setting for Louisville debutante Daisy Fay’s wedding to Tom Buchanan of Chicago.

76 years ago today: lunch and dinner for under $1

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The Seelbach Hotel‘s Derby Room was advertising two Wednesday specials in The Courier-Journal 76 years ago today.

  • Lunch: veal loaf, pounded tomatoes, julienne potatoes, new peas, rolls and butter, plus coffee, tea, or milk for 35 cents.
  • Dinner: soup du jour or tomato juice, roast fresh pork ham, apple fritter, baked sweet potato, carrots and peas, rolls, butter, chiffonade salad, ice cream or jello, plus coffee, tea, or milk for 65 cents.

But wait, there was more: old “fashions” for 30 cents, and Seelbach spaghetti, 40 cents.

Fast-forward to today, and here’s what those prices would look like, adjusted for inflation: Lunch would cost $5.95, and dinner, $11.05. (But probably not at any of the Seelbach’s current restaurants.)

Related: use this inflation calculator from the Bureau of Labor Statistics to compare prices going back to 1913.

Great GatsbyF. Scott Fitzgerald’s best-known novel chronicles the star-crossed romance between Louisville debutante Daisy Fay Buchanan and a local soldier, the future tycoon Jay Gatsby. In this passage, her friend Jordan Baker is recalling their Louisville childhood among the well-to-do gentry, living in mansions ringing verdant Cherokee Park in 1917.

Daisy Fay was just 18, two years older than me, and by far the most popular of all the young girls in Louisville. She dressed in white, and had a little white roadster, and all day long the telephone rang in her house and excited young officers from Camp Taylor demanded the privilege of monopolizing her that night.

She had a début after the Armistice, and in February she was presumably engaged to a man from New Orleans. In June, she married Tom Buchanan of Chicago, with more pomp and circumstance than Louisville ever knew before. He came down with a hundred people in four private cars, and hired a whole floor of the Seelbach Hotel, and the day before the wedding he gave her a string of pearls valued at $350,000.*

* $4.2 million in 2016 dollars.

Related: Of the five film adaptations, Boulevard likes Baz Luhrmann’s boisterous 2013 version best.

Ghost-hunting Gatsby’s Daisy

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The Seelbach, 1905

F. Scott Fitzgerald set the Daisy Fay Buchanan wedding reception in 1917 at Otto Seelbach’s luxe downtown hotel, in a century-ago Jazz Age veering toward financial ruin. But today, only the Gatsby’s on Fourth restaurant echoes the literary past. Just past noon, background music is playing softly: Fletcher Henderson’s “Sugar Foot Stomp,” recorded in 1931. The cavernous lobby is paved in green granite, dark and cool, a pleasant contrast to the scorcher outside on noisy Fourth Street.

A middle-aged businessman — a guest? — slumps in the corner of a blue damask settee, barking into his cellphone about taxes, his voice reverberating across the lobby. A few feet away, four young women behind the reception desk whisper to each other, as one peers at a computer screen that bathes her face in white light.

Finally, a burst of life: A stout woman in khaki camp shorts and a busy floral-print shirt rushes in from Fourth, her white sneakers squeaking as she bee-lines for reception. A brief conversation, a quick exit, and the lobby is still again.

Photo: Wikipedia