December 31, 2008 – Kansas City, Missouri - The Broadway Cafe in Westport
Kiss kiss – God you’re still here. I have been sending you text messages all morning.
The line is getting long again but unlike everywhere else the Broadway takes care of those who only want quick service (a filter coffee or tea). And that is so disturbing to those who want their fancy drinks (cappuccino or macchiato) because half the value of what you receive is the inconvenience you cause to others and the other half of the value is in the inconvenience you make for yourself. If the value proposition was in creature comfort everyone would be in the short line and then where would the rest of us be.
So politely stand in the longer line with your hands clasped in front as if you were taking an elevator ride to the top of the Mark. Don’t talk – look straight ahead. A great coffee shop is one with an eclectic clientele. The Broadway is a great coffee shop and oh yes there is the quality of its roast and the expertise of its barristas but they are only secondary. Fresh roasted coffee by the cup or by the pound.
If it were not for people watching you might as well get up and go. If it were not for the people watching what sense would there be to it at all. The short bus does not stop at Starbucks.
What are doing tonight? Going home and going to bed. All the armatures have had their reservations for six months – all you can drink for two fifty a couple (party favors and a bottle of champagne on ice in the middle of the table). Another value proposition to which I do not subscribe. How can you say that – such a stick in the mud. I can easily say that for I do that every night, just not this night. Tonight I celebrate by doing what you do every other night – remaining me of how the other 99% live.
Tall girls in wooden underwear
Young lads in electric spats
Old coots on bicycles two by two
That’s me in the lead
I wish to establish a journal in which the men of genius may fight their battles; upon some terms of equality, with those dunces, the men of talent – Edgar Allan Poe
It is in his nature
To have this power
Of hectoring
And knowing that he
Will get only groveling
In return
And he shall dispise them
For not fighting back
Yet he is intrigued
Kiss kiss – God you’re still here. I have been sending you text messages all morning.
The line is getting long again but unlike everywhere else the Broadway takes care of those who only want quick service (a filter coffee or tea). And that is so disturbing to those who want their fancy drinks (cappuccino or macchiato) because half the value of what you receive is the inconvenience you cause to others and the other half of the value is in the inconvenience you make for yourself. If the value proposition was in creature comfort everyone would be in the short line and then where would the rest of us be.
So politely stand in the longer line with your hands clasped in front as if you were taking an elevator ride to the top of the Mark. Don’t talk – look straight ahead. A great coffee shop is one with an eclectic clientele. The Broadway is a great coffee shop and oh yes there is the quality of its roast and the expertise of its barristas but they are only secondary. Fresh roasted coffee by the cup or by the pound.
If it were not for people watching you might as well get up and go. If it were not for the people watching what sense would there be to it at all. The short bus does not stop at Starbucks.
What are doing tonight? Going home and going to bed. All the armatures have had their reservations for six months – all you can drink for two fifty a couple (party favors and a bottle of champagne on ice in the middle of the table). Another value proposition to which I do not subscribe. How can you say that – such a stick in the mud. I can easily say that for I do that every night, just not this night. Tonight I celebrate by doing what you do every other night – remaining me of how the other 99% live.
Tall girls in wooden underwear
Young lads in electric spats
Old coots on bicycles two by two
That’s me in the lead
I wish to establish a journal in which the men of genius may fight their battles; upon some terms of equality, with those dunces, the men of talent – Edgar Allan Poe
It is in his nature
To have this power
Of hectoring
And knowing that he
Will get only groveling
In return
And he shall dispise them
For not fighting back
Yet he is intrigued
By their purchases
Of just one more day
At such an horendus cost
He is smug in his own
Self-assuance that he
Would never betry honor
But there comes a time
When we also put on
A suit and tie
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