My dad ran a food cart and called it the 'worst business.' I decided to follow in his footsteps anyway.

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Petey Stathopoulos owns and runs a breakfast cart in NYC called Peteys World Cafe.
His father, who ran a food truck for decades, warned him that this business "will destroy your life."
He dreams of a different job, but says the grind has taught him who he is and what he really wants.

This as-told-to essay is based on a conversation with Petey Stathopoulos, 29, owner of Peteys World Cafe, a coffee cart in New York City. It has been edited for length and clarity.

I run a coffee cart in Midtown New York City, but it wasn't the life I'd planned for, nor a life I want to keep up long-term.

My dad's been in the food truck business since before I was born and always told me, "Don't ever get into this business. This is the hardest and the worst business in the world. You'll destroy your life."

During COVID, I was going through a major depression. I was out of a job, and I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. I just stayed home at my parents' place with my wife and kid and was kind of being a dirtbag. Then, after about a year, my dad basically got fed up with me.

He came to me one day and said he'd found a pushcart for sale, and he gave me a choice: either buy the pushcart or get out of the house. So, I bought the cart and the business for about $35,000.

See how Petey and other food truck vendors earn a living on NYC streets in the BI video below:

Living the life I was told to avoid

I wake up around 4 a.m. each morning at my place in Long Island, rush to the garage in Long Island City where I store my cart, and drive an hour into Manhattan, where I set up shop in Midtown. I then drive it all back when I'm done around 11 a.m., and I do this five days a week.

At first, the routine grounded me. Within a year, I began to feel like myself again. But now, four years in, I've realized that I don't want to do this anymore.

The work is constant, and the customers can be unpredictable. I lost about half of my customer base when I raised my prices by $0.25.

That sucks because I always try to give good customer service: I greet you, I try to remember you, and I try to be as good as possible. But the stress of keeping up with raising prices and maintaining a loyal customer base is unrelenting.

Street signs on corner of E 32 st and Park Avenue South in NYC.

I pay $350 a month for the garage, $1,200 to $2,000 a month for baked goods, about $200 a month for propane, $50 a week for cleaning, and that doesn't include insurance, gas, and maintenance costs.

At the end of the day, I earn enough to simply maintain, but that's not a way to live.

The only reason I stay in this job is because of my kids. I have a 7-year-old and a 2-year-old. But because of my work, I can only give my kids 20% of my battery, and I give everybody else 80%. I wish it could be the other way around.

I know I sound negative, but there's so much positivity that has come from this experience. I had to go through this to grow and become the man I am today. Through this process, I've learned who I am and what I want. I think every man should go to war with themselves to truly find themselves.

I want to start a coffee shop

Inside of a food truck showing hot water canisters and someone putting sugar in a cup for coffee.

Whenever I get rid of this pushcart, I plan on working for a specialty coffee shop and getting an understanding of how the flow works, because it's all flow. Eventually, I would love to own my own coffee shop.

Right now, though, the economy's pretty bad, and nobody really has money to buy a street business, so I'm stuck here for a while longer.

In the meantime, I enjoy experimenting with various drinks at home using my espresso machine. One of my favorites is an iced Americano.