I opened a charming neighborhood coffee shop. Then it destroyed my life.
I'm a writer. I go to coffee shops, sit there, and drink as little coffee as possible, staring into my little book while taking up a table and spraying a Cone of Introverted Quiet everywhere I turn. I am the bane of the regular coffee shop. But what if there were a shop that tailored their business model to me?Instead of charging for food or drink, and then letting you have the space for free, how about switching the two? Charge for the table by the hour (or with a monthly subscription), and then have free little snacks and drinks to go along with the seat. Limit customers to those with a creative/insightful streak (yes, get resumes), and disallow anyone from sitting alone or ignoring the people next to them for more than ten minutes. Perhaps even invite famously loquacious people to hang out there (in the exact same way as the regular patrons do.) Thus is born a sort of "idea club"--like TED, but every day, and peer-to-peer instead of multicast.On the same vein, don't buy newspapers (or anything else topical) for reading material; buy hardcover books, fiction and non-. Require that people read them out loud if they're reading (thus, basically, giving a reading of the book to whoever's nearby.) Don't have a wi-fi connection; do have a "room librarian" that will look up the answers to questions on a hard line, and is ready to explain the answers in detail. And so on.