Category: Pedicab

  • Postmates

    Postmates

    Winter 2015

    In the winter of 2014, Postmates roared into town with the promise of being able to deliver virtually anything to anyone in the District within an hour. They charged a 10% purchase fee and a nominal delivery fee based on the distance of which 80% went to the couriers.

    The app is commonly used for restaurant food but people have been known to purchase computers, groceries, you name it. The app works fairly well and the startup had received a hefty amount of funding to hire staff and rent office space.

    But the idea of on-demand delivery is neither new nor novel. Both Seamless and GrubHub were already dominating the industry in D.C. Most people who pay the price of a good meal prefer to enjoy the atmosphere that comes with it. A $50 Prime Rib from Del Frisco’s Steakhouse somehow doesn’t taste the same on foam and plastic as it does on china and silverware.

    So many of the food purchases are for franchises and fast food restaurants like Shake Shack, Chipotle, Potbelly, and McDonald’s — those with low prices and even smaller margins.

    The app is popular with college students who may not have the best spending habits. But college students don’t tip and couriers could make as little as $5 an hour especially if they have to wait in line and make an order — like Vapiano during rush hour. And how long will college students continue to use the app, when their parents find out that their spending habits and cut back on allowances.

    Jason Morenz had been delivering for Postmates since they arrived in D.C., and recommended I give it a try. Since I’m in the Restaurant food and customer relations business, I had to see it for myself. I signed up and attended the onboarding session. And just like that, I was hired — it was fast and easy. They didn’t even check to see if I knew the city, was in shape or I was really up to this task. As long as I didn’t have a criminal record, I was hired. 

    At first, it was fun. I got to see the city and visit new restaurants while getting a workout. The customers were nice but stingy on the tip, and there was definitely a lack of transparency on how much they tipped (since it was not readily known how much their tip was)

    After completing 10 orders successfully, the company started sending me two orders at a time and that’s when it started becoming a burden. And even if you want to do one order at a time, Postmates will keep pushing it, along with the most deafening beep requiring you to accept or reject.

    You almost want to accept a second order just to keep your phone from beeping. And you can’t turn the app off since you need to keep it on for directions to your customer.

    And since Postmates have invested a lot of resources in marketing, they have way more orders than they have couriers. So if you are scheduled or if you check in for duty — you will be bombarded with orders — some of them very challenging to complete within an hour.

    The orders that I regretted taking were for made-to-order restaurants like Vapiano that would not take orders over the phone. I had to travel to the location, wait in line for 30 minutes, order, pay, pick up the food, then travel to the customer. The entire job took over an hour but my fees plus tips amounted to less than the minimum wage of $10.50/hr.

    The obvious goal was to avoid taking orders that were time-consuming, had low margins, or would take me away from the city hub. Orders for deliveries to the northern corner of D.C. such as Friendship Heights also meant not finding another order for miles. I could cancel the order. But this would come with a penalty and a negative rating.

    Knowing which orders were attractive and which were the low-hanging fruit came with experience. Usually, the newer couriers were tricked into taking them. But eventually, word spread like wildfire. To incentivize couriers to accept unpopular orders, Postmates would offer a $50 bonus if you were able to complete 20 orders in a 48-hour period. The catch was that you would have to accept every order that was assigned. You no longer could swipe left on an order that you didn’t like.

    If you experienced any issues such as the order not being ready, or the customer not answering the phone, you could call customer service to iron things out. But after a while, the company outsourced their help desk and we would generally get a canned answer that didn’t seem to solve my problem.

    To take a break from taking orders, I would often check out of duty to pick up passengers. Very rarely did I do both at the same time, though it was entirely possible unless it was pizza in which my passenger would enjoy the smell of spicy pepperoni with melted cheese on hot pizza dough.

    Because the orders took us all over D.C., MD and VA, I would rotate my mode of transportation from my Subaru, bike, and pedicab. Unlike their competitors, Postmates would deliver virtually anything: clothing from Walmart, electronics, groceries, even pharmacy prescriptions. 

    At one time, I accepted an order to carry $20,000 worth of laptops, ten miles to Bethesda. Postmates knew I was driving my car, so they assigned me the order. The customer was shocked when I arrived since they had made the purchase from Apple and not Postmates. Apple just subcontracted the order to Postmates. Needless to say, I didn’t receive a tip.

    Many restaurants are not happy with Postmates doing their delivery since Postmates does not ask the restaurant for permission. They just link the restaurants’ menus to their site and charge the customer a steep delivery fee. Some restauranteurs are not happy because they don’t trust the couriers to handle their food properly, and if there is a complaint, it most likely will be directed to the restaurant.

    On April 4, 2015, I was riding my pedicab on M St NW transporting burgers from Thunder Burger, when I was struck from behind and suffered damage to my right rear wheel. The driver stopped and was apologetic, but did not have any insurance. My bike was out of order and I wasn’t able to deliver the meal. My rating score would take a hit, but at least I got a free burger.

    I got the wheel fixed and sent a copy of my bill to Postmates for compensation. I was surprised to hear from Stephan the local area manager that they would not cover my expenses.

    “What if I got hurt and needed medical care?” I asked.

    “You’re a 1099 independent contractor, not an employee,” Stephen replied harshly. “You’re on your own.”

    “If you enjoy delivery and want all the benefits of an employee, you should consider venturing into trucking,” Jason said. 

    “That’s absurd. Trucking is a hard life and if you think the streets of D.C. are busy on a pedicab, I can’t imagine what it’s like in an 18-wheeler.” 

    The following week, I got a call from Stephen. With my recent slew of late deliveries from my pedicab, my rating had dropped below 4.6 (out of 5) and I would be terminated effective immediately.

    “Is there an appeal process?”

    “We decided in this case, you didn’t merit one.”

    It didn’t matter that I had connections to hundreds of restaurants in the area. It didn’t matter that I had received dozens of 5-star reviews. That couldn’t be fair. The way Postmates treated their couriers was a violation of labor law. The following week, I called Jason Rathod a Labor Attorney from Migliaccio & Rathod Limited Liability Partnership to see what could be done.  They agreed to file a claim, and I joined Sherry Singer et al v Postmates in the class action lawsuit.

    “If the courts rule in our favor, Postmates would have to treat its couriers as employees and pay them accordingly,” said Jason Rathod. “ A victory will have implications for other delivery companies like GrubHub as well as Uber and Lyft drivers and GrubHub food carriers.“

    Labels don’t really matter; it’s the economic realities,”co-counsel, Nicholas Migliaccio said. “Giving workers labels to deny them protections is an injustice worth fighting against.”

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  • Vapiano

    Vapiano

    I applied for the GWU Business Plan competition in 2011 and 12 with high hopes that perseverance would pay off. After all, I had a couple of notches such as Startup Weekend in my belt, and unlike the vast majority of applicants, I actually had a real business that was gaining traction.

    April 1 2012

    Dear Chito,

     I was personally very impressed with your business plan.  Therefore, I was pleased that even though it was not included in the top 8, it was selected to serve as the “backup” in case one of the 8 teams selected chosen to advance to the finals cannot present on April 13. 

     My advice is to begin planning your oral presentation now and I will let you know as soon as we know for sure whether you will or won’t be presenting on the 13th. 

    I will be in touch as soon as I know more about whether the top 8 teams will all be able to present on April 13.  Congratulations on being one of the “top 9” teams out of the 144 that entered this year’s competition!

    John Rollins

    Director, GW Business Plan Competition

    Professor of Entrepreneurship

    I took Professor Rollins advice and accepted the invitation to attend the April 2012 GW Startup & Internship Fair.  The halls of the Marvin Center were filled with students some with blank stares mindlessly flipping pages, others on their laptops with Netflix streaming in the background. Despite their best attempts, they yearned for the lazy days of summer, but could not ignore the fact that midterms were just around the corner. Meanwhile, upstairs in the Grand Ballroom, there was lots of buzz for the next big thing.  I arrived at the career fair with huge aspirations but tempered expectations.  A flock of fellow co-founders from the D.C. meetup group as well as George Washington University classmates were also participating, and those adventurous self-starters were eager to explain their big ideas.  There were many thoughtful conversations and face-to-face interactions with the rising talent pool from all over the metro area.

    GW Startup & Internship Fair

    One particular enterprising young man meandered through the crowd and over to my table. He was a cheerful happy-go-lucky sophomore who looked every bit a techie, but also a guy with a playful smile. “Hello, I’m Zach,” he introduced himself gleefully.

    “Nice to meet you. Are you from here?”

    “Originally from California, but went to high school in the South. I’m passionate, over-caffeinated and goofy, some say.”

    Zach Peirce

    Zach geeked over the pictures of food and wanted to hear more about our dish repository.

    “I love discovering new places and tasting different types of food, and I’m a technical product guy, so this could be the right fit.”

    “Are you sure the startup world is the right move for you as opposed to interning for Uncle Sam down the road?”

    “I’m more enamored by the startup life than working for the government.”

    “How ‘bout environmental activism – there are tons of opportunities in town.”

    “I’m a business student, so I’m all about process improvement.  I have lots of innovative ideas that I would like to see put to work and don’t have the patience for the government to implement them. Again, I’m here so I can effect immediate change.”

    I described to Zach the whole concept of the Vapiano ordering system. “You get a store charge card as you enter, and then you walk up to different stations to order pasta, pizza, antipasto, salad and drinks, scanning your card at each station.  Often you have to have to queue up for 15-20 minutes before you even get to order from the line cooks, so it’s important to have your selection ready. If you’re not a regular customer, it can be difficult to know what type of dish to order and what toppings and ingredients you want.

    “So we should feature each dish online and break it down by specific type and category and then list all their ingredients.  Then customers can preselect their preferences and taste and the site will show them the name and picture of the dish which they can show to the cooks.”

    “How will customers access the site?”

    “We can provide the QR code to customers when they queue up, and they can use their phones to make their seamless selections.”

    The following week, Zach and I spent an afternoon at Vapiano like food nerds, snapping pictures of dishes as they were prepared.  Lunchtime was crush time from a rush of mindless govies, so major kudos to the white coats who let us photograph the dishes while juggling orders from impatient customers. The work was exhausting but stimulating, and the best part, the starving sophomore and I were able to sample several dishes that are renowned across Italy.

    “What’s next? I’ve eaten my share of fettuccine to last the whole school year.”

    “I’m afraid there’s plenty more pasta on the horizon. Now we gotta do all the grunt work.”

    We headed to the Gelman Library on campus to post the dishes and categories on our site. There we met up with my friend and fellow entrepreneur JD Pagano. A software developer by trade, JD recently returned from a two-year stint in the Peace Corp.

    “This country is very grateful to its veterans. But we need to appreciate the service of the Peace Corps, also. How did you enjoy your tour?” I asked.

    “Very meaningful and impactful service. The experience was life-changing.”

    “That’s awesome. Anywhere exotic?”

    “The beautiful country of Kyrgyzstan in Central Asia.”

    “Was there lots to see and do?”

    “Absolutely. Great place to hike and ski. Loved the traditional Kyrgyz dancing and amazing folklife.”

    After the three of us got done adding the content to RUNINOut, we planned the next step.

    “Let’s organize a food tasting event at Vapiano’s for later this month,” I suggested. “We want people to test out our platform.”

    “Great idea,” Zach said. “Just advertise on campus that they’ll be free pizza, and you’ll get a ton of students there.”

    “College students are not the right audience for our survey. We’re looking for young professionals in their 20s and 30s with more refined taste,” I replied.

    JD started creating an event on Facebook. “I can ask my friend Misha to help promote it. Between the two of us, we know a ton of people in that demographic.”

    Together we sent out a boatload of invitations to our friends from that category, and we were delighted to see a few dozen foodies and govies show up with curious minds and ravenous appetites.

    In the beginning, the three of us stayed busy doling out dishes of Carbonara and Margherita. But once everyone was served, we were able to mingle and obtain feedback.

    I approached a cute girl with long black hair. “So you must be Misha, JD’s friend who you met in Kazakhstan.”

    Misha chuckled. “You got the right girl, but the wrong stan. It’s Kyrgyzstan not Kazakhstan.”

    “Oh so sorry, Kazakhstan was the country portrayed in the movie ‘Borat’ — a lot different than Kyrgyzstan where you served.”

    “No worries, almost everyone gets the names mixed up. The Peace Corp recently left Kazakhstan and hopefully, there’ll be no more mockumentaries.”

    JD Pagano & Misha Davies

    Kanita Williams left her job early from the D.C. Superior Court and made the 10 minutes walk over.

    “The pizza is awesome, but not great for someone on a minimal-carb diet.”

    “You should meet Orlando. He’s a personal trainer and runs a company called Bodyfit D.C.”

    Orlando walked over to introduce himself. “Nice to meet you. Where do you currently work out?”

    “LA Fitness but with work requirements, I find it challenging meeting my fitness goals.”

    “Skip the gym and get an awesome workout outdoors. Come join me for a boot camp workout three times a week. We do high intensity interval training.”

    “But my schedule at the court is so unpredictable. Can you be flexible?”

    Kanita and Orlando

    “Absolutely. Daily exercise is a gift that enables us to experience the gift of life more abundantly. I would be happy to get you started.”


    Vapiano’s Meetup

    A woman in her early 30’s with dirty blonde hair and a beaming smile took a bite of her pasta. “Mmm, the Pasta Basilico is cooked perfectly, al dente.”

    “Tender but firm is how I like it, too. So what do you think of this crazy concept?”

    “Not a fan of having to wait in line and returning to my table, only to find out that my friends have already started digging into their Greek salads. But I like how your site helps customers choose their orders while they wait.”

    “Super to hear. Zach and I spent last week, photographing each dish and then painstakingly adding them to the site.”

    “Wow, just the two of you? There’s a ton of different dishes here.”

    “Yes, my co-founder, Senodja, is deployed to Camp Arifjan, Kuwait, and Kanita is busy clerking in the D.C. Superior Court. So we have room for one more.”

    “I think this would be fun. My name is Suzannah by the way.  I’m a foodie just like you, and also an entrepreneur, specializing in marketing and business development.”

    “Super Suzannah, maybe we can help each other. We could use help reaching out to restaurants, and you can gain priceless experience working with a budding startup.”

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  • TAPS

    TAPS

    Suzannah was a godsend who turned out to be a perfect sales rep and event organizer for our fledgling startup. Originally from Charleston, she carried the charm of a genteel Southern hostess and a transcending smile of a graceful beauty queen. She arranged a meetup with Biergarten Haus, a German beer garden on the newly revitalized H Street corridor known locally as the Atlas District. Suzannah reached out to Arturas “Jeepo” Vorobjovas who also co-owns the Russia House in Dupont Circle.  

    “Have you googled your restaurant lately?” Suzannah asked. “Your online reputation can either be an asset or a liability, and we’re here to help.”

    “Germans love their pilsners and already flock to our beer gardens. Our reputation is flawless.”

    “But there are so many beer lovers, who are not familiar with the art of drinking Bavarian beer. We’re here to make the introductions.”

    Jeepo was easily persuaded by Suzannah’s charm and got her in touch with Ali Loo, the general manager who agreed to provide free food for our event. 

    Now the difficult chore of attracting people fell squarely on my shoulders. I immediately visited the Meetup website and noticed the D.C./Metro Area Reddit group was hosting an Oktoberfest event and searching for a venue. I contacted them, and they agreed to co-host the event with us as long as we would share with them our favorite Subreddit group.

    “Beer Drinkers!” I answered enthusiastically. “And German beers reign!”

    Biergarten Haus

    The Biergarten prosts German brews by the stein.  And since the beer drinker’s paradise is home to over 200 yeast strains, 40 sorts of malt, and 100 different hops, there’s a different taste for every day for the rest of your life.

    The Biergarten is beyond spacious. There are three bars spread throughout the entire grounds: outdoor, indoor, and on the rooftop all with phenomenal views. There was floor-to-ceiling vintage art decor that brought back fond memories of fun times at a Stuttgart beer hall. German -enthusiasts sat beside long, rustic wood tables, while many held foot-tall beer steins congregating around repurposed bourbon barrels. Outside an oompah-pah band played traditional Oktoberfest music and women in blue polka-dotted dresses danced the Schuhplattler. 

    Pork Knuckle (Schweinshaxe)

    Ali brought out the pork knuckle served in a puddle of malty beer gravy. The lip-smacking rich meat wrapped in a golden sheath of crackling easily fell off the bone.  It was the perfect dish that served a large, rambunctious group of techies in a boisterous beer hall.

    Suzannah raised her stein to Ali and me. “What a lively event, kudos on our first one together.” 

    Reddit / RUNINOut Meetup at Biergarten Haus

    “Danke schön,” I replied. “I picked up a phrase here and there at my last duty station in Stuttgart.”

    “Well I know no Deutsch, but my Grandma was born and raised in France, and she made sure we spoke it fluently.”

    “Super, maybe you should visit Bistrot Du Coin in Kalorama for our next event. We can all mingle over Foie Gras.”

    “That’s quite a hike. There’s nothing French in the Atlas District?”

    “Unless you consider Louisiana French?”

    “Absolutely, Cajun is a combination of French and Southern cuisines, which is kind of like me, since I’m a Carolina girl with French descent.”

    “True dat. Well there’s TruOrleans, the new Cajun restaurant on the west end.”

    The following week, I met with James “Tru” Redding who just opened his bi-level Cajun restaurant just over the H Street Bridge.  Redding is also a partner in Arlington’s Sushi Rock and Dupont Circle’s Public Bar and Lupe as well as Landover’s Stadium Club, a steakhouse and strip gentlemen’s club.

    The previous tenant was a run-down radio station where Petey Greene, the legendary ex-convict turned radio talk-show host, worked and was instrumental in calming the people of D.C. in the aftermath of Martin Luther King’s assassination. 

    Today, the building is beautifully renovated with exposed bricks and an airy New Orleans-style veranda giving it an authentic French Quarter vibe. A sign painted on the side of the building shows a retro-looking advertisement for ginger mint julep.

    Tru Redding met me at the patio and gave me a spirited tour of his new digs.  I admired all the wall art that Redding picked up from Bourbon Street, reflecting the character and soul of the Big Easy.

    We sat upstairs on the veranda enclosed by ornate wrought iron railings with a commanding view of the Capitol. Overhead, large fans rotated above us, ushering in a cool breeze.  He offered me an Abita Purple Haze and we sat down by a stained-wood table with bottles of Tabasco sauce and “Slap Ya Mama” Cajun seasoning.

    “So what made you open up a Cajun restaurant in D.C.?”

    “During a local golf tournament, I met the East’s, a third-generation Louisiana family who invited me to a duck hunting trip in the Creole Nature Trail. After a long day, we would return to their family home where they would cook up a storm.  It was the best Cajun Creole food I’ve ever tasted – not the fancy stuffy you find in the French Quarter. And after that, I was on a mission to bring back a slice of N’awlins to the Nation’s Capital.”

    “Has everything gone as planned?”

    “We made a lot of mistakes.  We opened up way too early and there were disruptions in service and food.  We need to reach out to folks who were not pleased with our services and give us a second try.”

    “Do ya’ll think H Street is ready for a block of the Big Easy?”

    “We certainly do. We want to be good neighbors, though, and we hope that we can bring the right balance of Mardi Gras festivities while been courteous and considerate of our neighbors.  Hopefully, they will see us as good citizens, and we need your help in spreading that message.”

    The following month we co hosted “The Taste of TruOrleans” with Eventstir, a crowdfunding platform for events, and over a dozen people met up at the patio to devour D.C.’s best Cajun-style cooking.

    We parked the pedicab outside and foodies piled in to devour pistolettes, andouille-studded gumbo and crawfish étouffée, jambalaya, and gator tenders, compliments of Chef Andre Miller, a Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse alumnus.


    Suzannah enjoying TruOrleans cuisine

    Both Wayne Manigo, a local entrepreneur and comedian, and I were enjoying the Abita Purple Haze beer on tap.

    “I want to go back to the people of N’awlins and thank them for the birth of their food,” said Wayne 

    “And I want to them for their interesting cocktails and stiff drinks. The Sazeracs really packs a punch,” I said. “Wanna try the Hurricane next?”

    “How strong do you want it? They range from a mild level 1 to gale force 3 which is topped with Bacardi 151-proof rum,” the bartender said.

    I squinted back at him and made a confused face, and the bartender immediately knew which one to pour.

    “So what’s the next project Chef?” I asked.

    “We hope to be serving breakfast soon with beignets and jambalaya-stuffed biscuits.”

    “Laissez les bons temps rouler.”


    Suzannah enjoying Japanese Okonomiyaki

    Suzannah was the perfect adventurer in discovering and enjoying new cuisines.  She was someone who could make something as benign as eating crepes look attractive.  And beyond the bountiful platters of beef bourguignon and chocolate soufflé, she maintained her stunning, hourglass figure like Raquel Welch.

    It definitely helped that she was an ardent fan of cardio, and she kept reminding me of the importance of cutting back on drinks and staying active.

    “C’mon Chito, you’ve been drinking too much Abita. It’s time to work it out.”

    If we weren’t walking to restaurants, we were sprinting to them and often joining other casual joggers around the expansive (National) Mall. D.C. happens to be one of the best cities for runners due to its walkability and abundant access to parkland. 

    n one of our weekly rituals, we crossed paths with the Marine Corps Marathon runners at the Rock Creek and Potomac Parkway by the glamorous Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts. We enjoyed making small talk with other runners and meeting new friends along the way just like we did at neighborhood restaurants.

    As we approached the scenic Hains Point peninsular, we saw hundreds of volunteers in blue, waving American flags with tribute posters commemorating the fallen.  What an inspiring and emotional way to honor and remember those who made their ultimate sacrifice.  I knew I would be sweating today, but no one told me that I would be weeping also. 

    I was honored to meet Monica Velez who lost two brothers—one in 2004 in Iraq and one in 2006 in Afghanistan. She was running her first marathon to raise money for TAPS, a non-profit organization that helps families nationwide cope with the deaths of their fallen soldiers. 

    José “Freddy” Velez

    José “Freddy” Velez

    Corporal José “Freddy” Velez was killed in action in Fallujah in 2004 and was posthumously awarded the Silver Star.

    “Oct 31st, 2004 was the last day we spoke to Freddie. His final words to us are, ‘Be Strong, Don’t Give Up.’ Still holding on to those words and that moment.” 

    Specialist Andrew Velez had the difficult task of escorting his brother’s body back to the United States. Two years later, he committed suicide in Afghanistan.

    Left-Right: Freddie, Monica, Andrew Velez

    “Tell me more about TAPS.”

    TAPS helps brothers and sisters, fiancés, and battle buddies by providing counseling and grief support.  They get us all connected so we can talk about our grief and work through it together.”

    “Being a sibling is a lot more than being a spouse and parent.  I expected to have my brothers with me for the rest of my life. With TAPS, I’m able to share my stories and help other family members. I’m able to reach two different spectrums of grief and help them go through the coping skills to get through each day.”

    “Monica, your story really touches my heart. I want to thank both Freddy and Andrew who made their ultimate sacrifice You are a special angel – thank you for your service of gold.  Continue on your journey.”

    “I remember our long runs together. I can hear my brothers cheering for me now.”

    I stopped to give Monica a long embrace.

    As we said our goodbyes, I promised myself to return next year.  If not to run, then to cheer runners along the course. I was deeply moved and inspired by their spirit and drive.  And for those who gave their lives, their sacrifices will not go in vain.