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October 09, 2007


Rob in Denver

You're in Denver, too!

I keep hearing great things about Biker Jim's food---several in my office were early adopters.

I haven't been because I, like you, can't seem to get over the "waiting 15 minutes for food that comes from a cart" aspect of it all.

I'm sure it's delicious, and there is a great story here. It's simply more trouble than it should be.


Ah but Sonia, your nice Russian is telling his story. His life is not wrapped up with made to order fried onions dressing exotic dog flavors.

For me, there's something reassuring about a product and a service that just is what it is - the wheezing mailman versus the tanned athlete from FedEx; or the regular British pub not the nouveau, self-advertising "Dog & iPod". We're not all marketing superheroes and - obviously since you choose differently - we don't want our entire lives to be told via a series of Disneyfied transactions. Sometimes I just want a dog from a pleasant Russian who has more interesting things to tell me. Pray he doesn't discover the Borscht & Vodka Dog. I like his story.

Andy Pels

Sure, everybody tells a story. And sure, James and some others like the Russian guy's story (and/or shorter line). But which story gets retold?
Maybe we can all feel good about both storytellers if we assume that the Russian guy gets as much business and conversation as he wants, and Biker Jim has more capacity and need to add flavor to the transaction.

Not to lose the point though - Russian hot dog guy could have more business by telling a more repeatable story.

I'm getting hungry.

Biker Jim

Hey there office guy, and gal. Thanks for noticing the two carts outside your window. You may not know that there are actually two Russian guys that work that cart across from me. They switch off every other week. The one guy is as nice as you would want to have a conversation with. We've traded Russian Chocolate for slices of my cheesecake. He's needed rolls and is appreciative when I can lend him a pack. He is really a sweet guy, an avid skier and also a tennis pro that teaches somewhere, I'm not sure where. This guy genuinely likes people and enjoys the job. The other guy has never said one word to me in the almost two years I've been on the street. As for waiting 15 minutes to grab a dog, all I can say is I'm glad not everyone shares your opinion. You never know sometimes a queue social can be fun.
Thanks again,


Hey, too cool! Thanks for swinging by.

I know exactly which is which--the nice Russian guy is a little shy, but friendly when you get him to warm up a little.

And my not wanting to wait in line is definitely a sign of my addiction to my desk, not a good thing but there you have it.

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