R.I.P. TRADER VIC’S
Last night, following the Kings heartbreaking loss to the Coyotes, there was another heartbreak. No, it wasn’t Nina Agdal leaving me for a guy with more money, a faster car and a bigger penis.
Unbeknownst to the employees and its customers, Trader Vic’s suddenly slammed it’s doors for the last time and with that, a lot of wonderful memories… and black outs.
Calls and e-mails to the corporation have gone unreturned (I’ve always wanted to write that, make it sound like I’m a professional or something)
It’s a sign of the times. Sure it was an expensive joint, sure the food was just plain and adequate, but the kids today, with dozens of alternatives no longer flock to the elder generations traditional establishments.
It’s why Costco is expected to take a hit. Kids don’t want bulk. Radio Shack is closing 1,000 stores. Why go there when you can order from Amazon at 1/10th the price? Staples is closing down 225 stores. Car companies are trying like hell to woo younger customers. They’re quickly finding out the younger generation doesn’t give a shit about car payments.
They saw what we’ve gone through, what our parents have gone through, trying to keep up with mortgage payments. Young adults have figured out that paying the bank interest for 17 years is fucking ludicrous. We only stay in our places for 7 years anyway, so why not get something new when the old stuff is breaking down or out of date?
They don’t want Ralphs, with their selections of hormone injected meats and artificial vegetables. They want organic. They’ll pay for Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s. When Chipotle announced they were going hormone free, their stock jumped to 484 to 551. It closed today at 592. Five hundred and ninety two dollars? For Chipotle? I feel like a fucking idiot for selling it at 300.
I celebrated the Kings Stanley Cup win with friends that wonderful night at Trader Vics.
And Frank, the wonderful manager made sure we no longer had to be “suffering bastards” and we all drank from the canoe!
I’m gonna miss this place. Hanging out with friends will be different, but it will never be the same.