
The place: E.A.T., Eli Zabar's delicatessen at 80th and Madison. The time: 2:30 PM. The date: Labor Day, 2008. The victim: my credit card. I suppose I should have known better, having been subject to Eli's penchant for overpricing everything he sells at his eponymous Eli's Manhattan. But I didn't realize just how bad it could get.
I suppose this is how he pays for the Madison Avenue storefront. I'm not one for penny-pinching, but given how much I paid for the damn salad, the way they whisked my coffee away before I was done with it was a bit unwise. Never take away a poor woman's caffeine.
5 comments:
Good God. That looks like the salad I made last night for about five bucks. What possessed you to order a $20 salad?? Was the price not listed on the menu?
It was, and I figured it meant there would be, you know, tomatoes, and cucumbers, and onions...maybe some olives...
Wow...I'm speechless! That's so outrageous. I hope it at least tasted good, what there was of it!
ouch.
having spent many insane saturday afternoons at E.A.T. i can't pretend to be surprised! i kinda love it! great post.
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