A Maître D' At A Diner???

To any diner that actually has a maître d': GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELF. Seriously. I’m talking about you, Kellogg’s Diner in hipsterburg and Coppelia in Chelsea. I’m sure there are others but those are the two I have personally experienced and towards which my wrath is directed. Maybe this is just an NYC phenomenon? Who knows, but I imagine LA faces a similar problem. Have you encountered this situation? Just trying to get some super-casual late-night eats and getting corralled in the entrance while some snotty douche checks on the availability of a table in a visibly empty restaurant? I can’t even.