Never Sue The Hand That Feeds You

Summary

After my daughter left for college, I repurposed the two commercial units I owned in the complex into a community kitchen and after-school hub.

I hired a designer for a full renovation and bought all new fixtures and furniture, dividing the space into distinct areas for seniors and for children.

The pricing was the same for everyone—a flat rate of five dollars per person, help yourself, eat what you need. My intention was twofold: to give the kids of busy parents a safe place to land and to offer lonely, elderly residents a reliable, inexpensive meal and company.