I just want to go out for a nice meal

[trouble]

My friend is going to write up a full post at some point, but it's on my mind right now.

My friend was calling around various restaurants in Halifax to find out which ones say they're accessible. (How this differs from reality will become clear shortly.)

"The tables on our second floor are set up for wheelchair height. No, we don't have an elevator, why do you ask?"

"It's accessible once you get inside!"

*sigh*

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[neekabe]

Those were the most failful responces, so my post at my journal isn't much longer.
I expect we'll have more once we start actually going to the restaurants; the guy with the second floor tables had to be pinned down with a "Can you get anywhere without going up or down even one step?" before I could get a useful answer out of him. Who knows how many other ones were just thinking of their washroom facilities.

Though props to Little Fish, who told me that they were technicaly accessable, but they were also cramped for space so they weren't really functionally accessable, especially when busy.

[orbitaldiamonds]

"It's accessible once you get inside!"

*facepalm*

[staranise]

So once you pass the Gatekeepers of badly-hung manual doors, the Perilous Mountain of stairs, and the Twisting Labyrinth of narrow hallways, you reach the Promised Land of accessibility!

What could be simpler!