Raku on west 47th street became my living room before theater for the past two years.
I know it is only a place but it feels like a home to me. No other restaurant made me feel this comfortable. Apparently it wasn't just the STAFF that was using it as a bedroom. Did they offer pillows and a blanky?
Corine, how much money do you think you might have spent there? Now compare that to how much FREE stuff Mr. Raku gave you.
See a connection?
Now I am all for a decently priced meal, but if what you are saying is true, it seems Mr. Raku wasn't all that smart of a business man. I learned during my days as a bartender that the regulars weren't REALLY my friends, they just wanted free drinks (FREE WINE?).
I understand your concern about the little guy getting stomped on by the big corporate world, but that is life in this time. Unfortunately. People WANT Starbucks, and so they are there.
Oh, and Ida, you are fairly new here so you might as well know...Sally Struthers jokes are off-limits. Especially if it deals with eating or her weight. Just a heads up for the newbie!
PEACE.