Jess G.
Yelp
Everything about this market is terrible. I have been visiting Nantucket for the greater part of my life and though I have never had a good experience there, my most recent was absolutely the worst.
It all started on the dewy, early morning of my mother's birthday when I thought a surprise brunch would begin the day wonderfully. When I walked in to the market, I asked the gentleman behind the counter if they sold bagels by the dozen. His eyes widened in this condescending, expression of shock and confusion. "You want a dozen bagels, as in 12?" My first thought was, "Yes, you are correct. One Dozen does equal 12, for maybe there was a language barrier and I hadn't tried converting my request to the metric system." However, I said nothing and smiled. He looked down and said "this is what, I have". Since I decided to move past his pervious comment, I just said, "yes, that would be great, thank you." He tells me to go to the other side of the counter where someone else was ringing orders so I made my way there to stand on line. The man who was struggling with the task of placing 12 - yes 12, bagels into the brown bag comes to me and says, "do you need 12 cream cheeses?" Now, while I am not a veteran bagel packer, I would think that putting 12 individual cream cheeses in the bag would seem silly, since you could just make one larger one and stick it on in there, but, to avoid any further confusion to the fact that someone might have 11 people staying at the house and therefore need 12 whole bagels to feed them, I once again stood rather silent just taking in the stupidity of the employees. He said, "You're better off just getting cream cheese in the back." Ok no problem, I would love to buy the small Philadelphia cream cheese packs for $7 a piece instead of you figuring out how to pack one cream cheese in the bag, because the saying goes, a man who argues with an idiot makes the bigger idiot. The cashier then began calling, "miss, are you ever coming back?" I know, you're thinking, the bigger idiot is the one still standing in the market, but like a car crash or a train wreck, I really couldn't look away. I know it was wrong to throw in my next curve ball of asking if they could add in a few assorted muffins and pastries, you know, just to give the people a little variety. This was probably the most difficult of the questions. As I went to pay,- and everyone - this is my favorite part, the person ringing up the complicated breakfast order looks up from the computing machine and says $112.00. I said, "I'm sorry, 12 bagels and 6 pastries, and you want $112.00. The person ringing up the food turns to the man bagging and says well, at least tell her what she is paying for. - Now, I know that at this point you probably get the point that bagger of the breakfast assorted food most likely had an IQ of about 78, so you can't really be upset with his response of "I don't have to tell her anything", but for me I just needed to get out of there.
Dont worry there was good news here. I GOT A SCONSET STICKER FOR SPENDING MORE THAN $100 DOLLARS! YES! Thank you Sconset Market! Just what a gal like me has always longed for. I would love to ruin the bumper of my car and give your rude, asinine market place free advertising by putting this ridiculous sticker on display for you. Well the man ringing pulls out an $18 3 oz jar of Nantucket Local Jelly from the bag and says, "Um, well this was $18.00, the DOZEN BAGELS WERE $42... let that sink in... the cream cheese was $7 each and each pastry was $4.95." Everyone reading this will say, and you're the moron who paid for that, and you will be right. However, I said to the cashier, that jelly isn't mine please take it off. The next response out of his mouth is, "oh, well you now fall under the $100, can I have the sticker back?"
Now, I am not saying that the bagels and the pastries weren't edible. They were. However, Nantucket Bakery which isn't too far is wonderful and I would recommend you go there. Because honestly, I would rather be dropped in shark invested waters, 100 miles from land, with fish heads tied to me than ever step foot in this joke of an establishment again.