I don't know what on earth could make a copper pot worth six hundred dollars, but I know that I want one...
I love walking around the housewares department at Zabar's and fantasizing about all the things I will buy when I am incredibly wealthy and money is no object and presumably I have a larger apartment so I have room for it all. A full set of Mauviel Copper Cookware is obviously on the list now, along with that fancy wine chiller thing. And all the pretty plates and fabulous appliances, an awesome juicer that realistically I would probably use once then it would collect dust on a shelf until I gave it away or moved out.
The food and deli department downstairs is even better, I imagine it's how an Amish teenager might feel on his first visit to a porno shop. Do they even have porno shops anymore? Why would anyone rent porn videos when they can get it for free on the internet? Anyway, you get what I mean. If I could I would buy the entire Zabar's cheese department and put it in my basement. I would also hire one of the bread-makers to live in the basement too and bake me fresh rye bread every morning. My refrigerator would be stocked with caviar and truffle butter.
I fucking love Zabar's. It's like a magical fantasyland of kitchenwares and deliciousness. Good shit.