Personally, I could give a bespoke shit about the long term health of this pack of cynical culture-napping vultures. If they start losing money, they shut the stores down, take a minor loss, open up in the next hipster enclave and continue on their merry way exploiting child labor in Bangladesh.
Meanwhile, there is only one Roosterfish. And it’s going to be gone soon. Like breathable air in Porter Ranch and black people at Oscar parties.
Still, if they fuck the neighborhood up to the point where they have to pull up stakes it would be preferable to the way it is now. I actually look forward to the day I can walk down Abbot Kinney again secure in the knowledge that at any moment, a crackhead might come along and whack me upside the head with a tire iron. It’d be a lot less painful than, say, the average brunch tab at Gjelina.