Your Delivery App Is Robbing You (and the Restaurant) Blind
That $15 burger you ordered on DoorDash? The restaurant sees maybe $10 of it.

By Marco Shalma
New York City just removed the lid on delivery apps’ fees—what used to max out at 23% can now hit 43%. That means nearly half of your dinner order goes straight to apps, before the restaurant sees a cent. They call it “enhanced services.” Restaurant owners call it legal extortion dressed up in a slick app.
Here’s the play. The apps sued the city, forced a settlement, and sold the Council on “flexibility.” In practice, it means: pay us more or get buried under chains with ad budgets. Delivery costs already jumped 58% after the worker minimum wage law. Now, restaurants are bleeding margins while customers think their favorite spots are still fine. They’re not.
The delivery worker making $17.96 an hour isn’t thriving either. After gas, insurance, and phone bills, they’re hustling for scraps, calculating whether your neighborhood is worth the ride. The food shows up cold because everyone in the chain is losing—except the tech execs cashing in from their Napa mansions.
This is the real NYC food economy right now: restaurants squeezed, workers stretched, diners paying more for less. If you want to help, start simple. Call the restaurant directly. Pick it up yourself. Tip in cash.
At New York Eats Here, we’re not anti-tech. We’re anti-bullshit. And a 43% cut while the people feeding the city go broke? That’s pure bullshit.
NEIGHBORHOOD RADAR
ATM required. Regrets impossible.
Lombardi's – Little Italy, Manhattan: Coal-oven pizza since 1905. America's first pizzeria doesn't do Venmo.
Mike's Coffee Shop – Clinton Hill, Brooklyn: Nearly 70 years of cash-only. The pancakes earned that stubbornness.
Barney Greengrass – Upper West Side, Manhattan: Smoked fish royalty since 1908. Bills only, attitude free.
John's of Bleecker Street – West Village, Manhattan: Coal-fired pizza in the same spot since the 1920s. No slices, no cards, no complaints.
Peter Pan Donut & Pastry Shop – Greenpoint, Brooklyn: Cash-only donuts with mint green uniforms. Retro isn't a vibe here, it's reality.
THE STREETLIGHT
Here’s what I’m seeing this week across the city: small business owners are tired of waiting for “support,” chefs are finally speaking their minds, and landlords still think they’re the main character. The city’s heartbeat isn’t in City Hall; it’s in the prep kitchens, bodegas, and bars that keep opening despite the math not making sense.

1. The Price of Grit: Eggs, flour, and rent are up again, but nobody’s cutting the hustle. Restaurants are tweaking menus like it’s Tetris. A guy in Washington Heights told me, “If the government won’t control prices, I’ll control portions.” That’s real economics.
2. Chain Exodus: Starbucks, Duane Reade, and a few legacy franchises are downsizing hard. Every closing is a new shot for someone local. The people with the best neighborhood read, not the biggest budget, are the ones who’ll win those corners.
3. Family Feud Season: More mom-and-pop tension than usual. Expansion talk divides families faster than politics. My advice: growth isn’t the enemy, disorganization is. If you can’t scale structure, you’ll drown in success.
4. Experiential Everything: Pop-ups, collabs, chef takeovers, everybody’s chasing “vibes.” Most are missing the point. Experience without story dies quick. Tell me why you’re doing it, not where.
5. Policy Theater: Every official is talking small-biz relief again. None are showing math. If they really wanted to help, they’d start by cutting the red tape that strangles the smallest players. Until then, it’s speeches over spreadsheets.
That’s the pulse. If you’re running something real in this city right now, you’re not crazy-you’re part of the last honest business model left: sweat, story, and survival.
NEW YORK EATS THE WORLD
No Passport Needed, Just Appetite & A Subway Card
You don’t need a boarding pass to taste Mexico City’s magic. NYC’s got the flavor and the chefs to prove it.
Start in Greenpoint at Oxomoco, where the wood fire roars and the tuna tostadas go head-to-head with Contramar’s best. Then make your way to Cosme in Flatiron, the NYC home of Mexico’s own Enrique Olvera. Yes, that Olvera, the genius behind… Read More.
LOCAL HEROES
The Halal Cart That Bought a Brownstone
📍96th & Broadway – Manhattan
For 20 years, rain or snow, Ahmed grilled chicken over rice on the corner of 96th and Broadway. No sign. No name. No Instagram. Just a cart, a dream, and the fire always lit.
Most people never knew:
Behind the steam and sizzle, he was sending money to Egypt, raising three kids in Queens, and saving stack by stack to buy a building. Last year, he did it. A brownstone in Harlem. Paid off.
No investors. No marketing. Just halal and hustle.
Have you ever eaten from that cart?
You helped build a legacy.
This is what New York tastes like.
Everyone’s got an opinion. Few have skin in the game. If you’re reading this, you probably do. Keep building the version of New York that actually eats here. Another week, another hustle. See you in the streets.

