I’m sitting in one of my favourite breakfast spots, necking one of my favourite breakfasts; the croque madame from Pourboy at South Brisbane.
Normally this would be the highlight of my day, but this morning my heart is heavy. Pourboy will close this Sunday. It’s not the Rona; they got through that. It’s the landlord.
I dunno what the property owner is trying to gouge them for, but they’re the third cafe owner I’ve spoken to in the last week who’ve been forced to close or move because their landlord thought now would be the best possible time for a very large rent hike.
It’s almost as though… I dunno… almost as though… the owners of capital do not have the same interests as everyone else.
I won't click the "heart" icon because this disgusts me. My Australian adventure indefinitely postponed, and now Pourboy forced to close because of penny pinchers. I wanted one of those sandwiches. I needed a croque madame. And a delicious expresso.
I really don't understand the logic of the capitalist class hiking rents on establishments that are emerging from lockdowns and a rona induced recession. They clearly have no understanding of basic economics (as I reveal myself to be part of the plebian renter class).
You have a four day window for one or more of your children to learn how to construct a satisfactory Pourboy Madame.
I won't click the "heart" icon because this disgusts me. My Australian adventure indefinitely postponed, and now Pourboy forced to close because of penny pinchers. I wanted one of those sandwiches. I needed a croque madame. And a delicious expresso.
Thoughts and prayers Mr Lambright 😭
Your mission is to eat these for breakfast, lunch and dinner from now until Sunday.
I'm up for that.
I always considered Mao had it correct when it came to landlords
I really don't understand the logic of the capitalist class hiking rents on establishments that are emerging from lockdowns and a rona induced recession. They clearly have no understanding of basic economics (as I reveal myself to be part of the plebian renter class).
Surely you could sell the gold plated hovercraft and pay for the personal chef for a year.
(One of them you mean?)