Following on a common Ithaca theme, Greenstar has pretty good food, but it’s just not worth it. I stopped in the other afternoon looking for a quick sandwich and drink that I could eat while enjoying the nice-ish (you know, 50 degrees and overcast but not actively raining) day and reading my Kindle. I ordered a smoked provolone sandwich at the counter, and then went off in search of a beverage and maybe a side dish. I heard my name paged over the intercom about three minutes later, and marveling at the quick service took my banana and kombucha back to the counter. Oh, no, wait, they just wanted to tell me that they actually didn’t have any smoked provolone, and would I like a different cheese? I went with cheddar, paid, and came back to the counter about five minutes later thinking I’d just wait. After another ten minutes of hippies pushing past me to get to the locally sourced organic all natural olives in the refrigerator behind me, I was starting to get a little impatient. There was nowhere I could stand where I wasn’t in the way of chaco-clad dads and the egg containers they brought from home, so eventually I decided to go back to my car and wait there for a few minutes until I was sure my sandwich was done. After another five minutes in the car—bringing my total “quick stop at the deli counter” time to almost forty minutes—I went back in, grabbed my eight dollar cheese sandwich, and made a run for it.
Due to the lack of indoor seating, and the fact that the Ithaca wind had cropped up to the point that trying to eat outside would have led to a hairball foreign body, I ended up eating half my sandwich in the car on the way home, and the other half about an hour later in my room. The fresh half WAS delicious, but I’m pretty sure that if I had bought some rye bread I could have made it just as delicious in my own kitchen, for less money and without forty minutes of dodging self-righteous coop-ers happily paying $7 for a thing of raspberries.
But I’m not bitter.
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