In my entry about the King Street West cafe called "Journo", I mentioned that I'd write about gentrification, Starbucks and its malcontents and "coffee coding". I still plan to do that, but thought that I should post an entry that's been sitting in draft form for far too long. I think it makes a decent introduction to what I'll eventually be talking about.
Those of you who frequent the "West Queen West" area of Accordion City are probably familiar with the "Drake, you ho" graffito on the nearby still-under-construction Starbucks from late November:

For those of you not familiar with the area, the "Drake" being referred to is the Drake Hotel, a former flophouse hotel that underwent -- with a lot of money -- a metamorphosis into a hip boutique hotel that's attracted a "beautiful people" crowd to a neighbourhood that used to be known for crack dealers, real honest-to-goodness actual-not-metaphorical hos and bums who emanated a stench that carried a far greater distance thanyou might imagine.
The Drake's renovation has inspired the Gladstone Hotel, a stone's throw away, to also become a boutique hotel too -- from one that wasn't as outright awful as the Drake used to be, to one not quite on par with the Drake. The Gladstone, for those who don't know, is home to a popular karaoke venue where slum-dwellers and slummers intersect. Other businesses, either inspired by the neighbourhood's sea change, are moving in or moving up -- witness places like Lot 16 Bar and the Beaver Cafe. Starbucks is the first yuppie chain to set foot in the area, and it may not be the last.
I grew up in Toronto and remember what the neighbourhood was like back in the 1980s: sheer, don't-go-there-at-night crap. My sister's boyfriend lived within falling distance of the old "Video Time" sign near Queen and Dovercourt, and while waiting for him to let her in, often put up with propositioning from johns and sleazy dealers. The neighbourhood, Parkdale, was often known by its nickname, "Crackdale"
In the area, around the time I started playing accordion -- the spring of '99 -- I got into a fight with some street urchin who first spat at me for being a "chink taking away our jobs" and then tried to make off with my bike. I nailed him in the right temple with my Kryptonite lock (for the bike theft) and when he hit the pavement, kicked him in the face (partly for the slur, and partly to make sure he stayed down).
I also corrected him: "I'm a flip, not a chink. You wanna be a racist, get your terms right."
Needless to say, having had these experiences, working right by the neighbourhood (Tucows is a hop, skip and a jump south) and being on my particular rung of the socio-economic ladder, I'm a big fan of the clean-up. The graffito's author, less so.
A roughly analogous neighbourhood in the New York City area, Brooklyn's Williamsburg, is undergoing an incursion by another chain: Subway. Here's a poster that's been popping up in the area:

For more, see Curbed's entry, Daily Dose of Corporate Hate: Subway in the 'Burg.

We don't want dealers on their blocks, nor do we want it to turn into yet another gap-starbucks generic strip that you see all over Manhattan and Brooklyn.
But we need to do something more positive than pointing fingers when the gentrification doesn't match our vision. What do you think people should do?
You may want to check out this article by Joe Clarke
about Starbucks coming to Leslieville.
Its well written and he takes an interesting, fairly positive view of Starbucks. Many of his points, I agree with.
siobhan