My friend used to work in a store in the West Village called "Cherry" that had used clothing at ridiculous prices. This southern woman once walked in and said "I just love all these exaggerated price!"
I went to have a late afternoon small salad and gnocchi and house wine at this 'Lil Frankies on 1st ave between 1st st and 2nd street. Having lived on ave C for 15 years I remember some complaints arising about their prices. I hadn't been back.
I was wondering why there was a tone of theft like snobbyness coming from both the girl that seated me and the tall lanky whatever dude that served me. It's because they are assholes.
My bill for simple crap food was $60 with the tip. I am not a poor or cheap man. These people need to be part of the new tax laws if they are set into place.