A funny thing happened on the way to the
The woman in front of me was merrily nibbling away at the contents of her $7.99-per-pound recyclable container while we waited in line, and it got me thinking - was I witnessing brazen pilfering?
New York is riddled with “pay-per-pound” hot and cold bars where you, in fact, do just that: pay for food by the pound. These spots tend to be most popular at lunchtime where busy worker bees can load up a veritable smörgåsbord to take back to their desk and continue breaking rocks for the man.
Granted at some of these places, depending on location and what time of day you go, you can wait upward to 20 minutes to purchase your own personal Matterhorn of quinoa and sprouts - but is there a clear difference between tasting and bold-faced thievery?