Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Shopper Review - Buffalo Wild Wings


Tuesday night is wing night at Buffalo Wild Wings, my friends. It has been an on-again-off-again ritual for me for several years now and I must say, my ledger has thanked me for it... or would, if I kept a ledger or even knew what one was (RIP Heath). Here's the rub, however, I used to spend 25¢ a wing. These days I pay 40¢. Up until now I'd taken every step a normal American would when faced with yet another company that wants to screw them. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, clutched the dingy walls of the bathroom stall I was ushered into and bent over and took it. A testament, most likely, to our fortitude as a people.
Anyway, mostly I had been convinced that I was suffering this financial burden unjustly and that my 15¢ was just lining the pockets of the corporate big shots. A quick look at BWW's investor relations page really turned things around for me. Here is a company with a broader perspective, intensely interested in fighting hunger, starting right here at home. Of course, hunger in Africa is so played, and really daunting too. Some think-on-their feet executives decided they'd target hunger in the US, starting with "Night Hunger." While the press release didn't detail a plan to give any food away to the "poor hungry", those with money can choose from a broad new array of products starting after 9pm and occasionally win prizes.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Shopper Review - Cadbury Schweppes


You know when you were growing up how you idolized Santa, then when you got older you found out he was a puppy hating racist? It's a bit like how I felt when I did some probing into Cadbury Schweppes (parent company of Dr. Pepper, 7UP, etc.). Apparently, a 2006 report which grades soda companies on their efforts to support recycling programs gave the company a solid F. Not even a gentleman's F like I used to make throughout high school either. On a 4.0 scale, Scweppes got a .1. Showed up for the first couple days of class then about a week later punched the teacher in the tit and walked out. Anyway, the whole thing leaves a really sour taste in my mouth, which history has proven can only be removed by drinking a cold, refreshing Dr. Pepper. I guess I couldn't get too upset with the guys though, they're trying to do some good and make it up to us. Plus, racist or not, I'll still take the presents.