Zelia has prior plans for tonight; I stay in.
Mid-afternoon, we take a drive into Southampton Village so I can pick up something for dinner. "Drop me at the Golden Pear, and I'll get a sandwich," I tell Zelia.
The Golden Pear is an upscale coffee-shop chain; it's been around forever, and has three other locations in the Hamptons, as proof of its success.
I grab a couple of bottles of Poland Spring, a diet Snapple, a muffin for breakfast (I'm on vacation), a bag of chips, and a sandwich. The sandwich is nothing special: turkey and cheese on a baguette. The bill comes to $34 and change. (Almost as much as a baked stuffed lobster, salad and vegetable at The Chart Room on the Cape).
I live in NYC, so I'm accustomed to high prices. But $34 for a sandwich, chips, a muffin and some non-alcoholic drinks? Really?
It turns out the water is $3 a bottle, which I return. The Snapple is about the same. The And the ordinary sandwich is $17. I return that too.
We end up at Citarella where I buy a very good pre-made chicken cacciatore for $10.
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