Silhouette of a person standing next to a table with a pitcher of water, glasses, eggs, and various kitchen items.
They didn’t come to me when they built this thing. Didn’t ask what I needed. Just expected I’d be grateful when more tourists showed up. But now my customers are talking—‘Did you hear what’s in the water?’ ‘Can I trust the bread?’ My sales are down 40%. You think that’s a coincidence?
I built my business with sweat and debt. I won’t let this town die on the altar of false promises. If the vote goes to investment, I’ll know where this town’s soul really lives. And I’ll pack up my ovens and take it somewhere else.
— Linda Chau