We’re In A Sadomasochistic Relationship With Coffee Shops
It’s really sort of messed up what they’re doing to us — their neighbors
Let’s talk about price gouging. And screwing your neighbors. In the neighborhood where you — apparently— are supposed to be part of the community.
Or so the idealistic urban legend goes.
But first, some background —
Prior to the pandemic I managed a bar that served (pretty good) food.
At the time, we had a hard ass, but well-respected operations manager, who actually moved to New Zealand with his family right before the pandemic.
Impeccable timing.
I’ll never forget the time a few of us were talking about how to price a handful of items.
When a question about what to charge to add avocado came up, one of the bar owners said $1.50.
The operations manager asked how he came up with that number. The answer was something to the effect of “that’s what he sees around.”
The ops manager pulled out his calculator and punched in what seemed like a hundred numbers in 12 long seconds. And, with the same confident conviction he had when he announced his move down under, spit out something super precise like $2.92.
