I had a hectic day yesterday and I couldn't bear to go back to the office at 5:00 o'clock with an empty stomach. Sheer will only lasts so long getting through the day, especially when all you've eaten is a morning power bar.
I went to that place, Hong Kong Kitchen, where I knew a bowl of cold sesame noodles would make all the worries and stresses of my day (did I get good enough photographs for my client) slip away to that neutral place of 'I can deal with a new batch of images and all that ensues in Photoshop and/or Lightroom' what ever the tool may be.'
The parking lot was empty, and look entirely different than it does at lunch time. Then it struck me - it's not so much different than it is desolate. Hong Kong chef looked like he was closing shop when I entered. I asked if the store was open and he said yes, till 10:00 p.m.
Without a prompt from me beyond placing my order the chef started a conversation. "My business is slow now ever since Lowe's Home Improvement closed. Friendly's too is gone and so is Citifinancial," said Chef owner. The car dealership also had been closed for over a year. All these surrounding stores were now a lost source of income for the restaurant.
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Formerly Lowe's |
"We've been here twenty-three years and I've never seen it like this," said Chef. My noodles were ready even before I had reached inside my purse for the money. I was impressed but realized without the usual line of customers, of course the service was that much quicker.
"Sugar costs are up in price," he said. When all I had to pay for dinner was less than $5, I told him he should raise his prices. I didn't think it would make up for the decrease in traffic, but told him he's not charging enough for such great food.
I always wondered what it would be like to cook every day as a business. I'm don't cook at home and dread the mess a good meal makes. I do like to eat though, (who doesn't), and can really appreciate the labor involved.
When hard working people feel pinched from a bad economy, you know it's bad. It saddens me to think this family business may be in trouble. I thanked the chef for my meal and for the exchange of conversation. That bowl of noodles is worth much more than the price of food.

A touching story.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing.
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Mark