4 tangelos ($3)
4 carrots ($1.50)
4 yellow onions ($1.50)
3 red onions ($1.50)
1 bunch arugula ($3)
1 dozen brussels sprouts ($2)
1 small baguette ($1)
4 small organic apples ($2.50)
The quality was high for everything but the carrots, which had soft tips the next day. But I don’t believe that quality alone accounts for these high prices (and only the apples were organic). At an ethnic grocery I could have gotten these veggies for about $6. So what am I paying the extra $10 for?
Selection of exotic dates, chocolates and cheeses that I will never buy ($1.25)
Live music that 3-year-olds like to dance to ($3.75)
Beautiful people watching ($2.50 – I once saw Helen Hunt with her Hubby and kid)
Chance to give my non-existent kid a pony ride ($2)
Pleasant crowds that let me believe, for a few minutes, that not everybody in LA drives everywhere ($.50)
I am happy to pay for the crowds, which remind me of the hustle and bustle of New York City, and I will admit that I like the music and I like watching silly 3-year-olds dance. But in my perfect world I’d get all this and much lower prices. Perhaps next time I should just linger without buying anything. Does that make me cheap and creepy – or just cheap?