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The Price of Authenticity
Selling the Feeling of the Thing

Something’s not right at Eataly
I stopped by Eataly the other day, where the cheese is aged, the signage is elegant, and the prices make Whole Foods feel like a dollar store.
Don’t get me wrong: I love Eataly.
The pizza rustica is fantastic, and there’s a strange satisfaction in walking out with a $28 wedge of Parmigiano I didn’t plan to buy. They’ve got this yogurt from The White Mustache - $8 a cup. Not even Italian. Do I grab three? Yes.
The entire shopping experience there is surreal. Like the first ten minutes of Birdman.
I’ve never been able to put my finger it. But last week, it hit me, halfway through the pasta aisle:
There is nothing in Italy as expensive as what’s in Eataly.
How did we get here?
How did we turn a cuisine built on the simplicity of flour, water, a little salt, into a luxury brand priced like it was flown in by private jet?
The same logic applies everywhere:
A concert ticket today costs more than your car’s monthly payment.
A beer at the ballgame is $19, and that’s without the souvenir cup.
Even middle seats have “tiers” now. (Ironically, Delta Comfort+ middle might be the best seat on the plane - IYKYK.)
We’re not paying for the thing; we’re paying for the feeling of the thing.
Eataly doesn’t sell pasta. It sells Italianity. And I, willingly, pay the markup.
From Discovery to Display: A Brief History
Centuries ago, Christopher Columbus set sail and found the New World. And untold riches.
He returned with tales of abundance, sparking imaginations and appetites across Europe. He couldn’t have imaged what would occur over the next 500+ years.
The records from that time are murky, but I imagine that one of his first journal entries read:
"We could really mark up the dry pasta to these folks."
Centuries later, his Italian descendants have pulled it off. In aisle 6, next to the truffle salt.
Eataly, the concept, was born in a rundown vermouth factory in Turin almost 20 years ago. The founder, Oscar Farinetti, set out to bring high-quality food under one roof at reasonable prices - his words! It says so right on the website: "Reasonable prices for all."
Somewhere along the way, reasonable became curated, and curated became $16/lb. spaghetti.
The €1 House
In some Italian towns, you can buy a house for €1. The catch? It might need a new roof, plumbing, and possibly a floor. But still, an entire house. There are examples of people doing this successfully.
In Los Angeles, where I live? $1.4 million for a one-bedroom teardown in Venice with caution tape on the porch.
Both need a roof. Only one comes with a vineyard nearby and longer life expectancy.
Of course exponential factors are responsible of this discrepancy. But the point is clear.
Contrast the cost of living in Italy with the price of tasting Italy in America.
Education, ambiance, and olive oil: Experience as a Product
I’ve written before about the Experience of Napa versus just visiting Napa. Eataly pulls off the same trick.
Signore Farinetti envisioned a space where people could "eat, shop, and learn". His son Nicola expanded on this, crafting what they call an authentic Italian experience.
It’s not a grocery store, it’s an Italian Market Experience.
This isn’t unique to Eataly. In fact, it’s common among higher-end brands.
Look at OXO. They didn’t invent the vegetable peeler, they redesigned it. Added a grip. Cleaned up the packaging and told a better story. Suddenly, what was $3 became $11.99.
And we didn’t blink. Because OXO doesn’t sell peelers. They sell thoughtfulness in your hand.
A company you may not be familiar with, Ergodyne, does this in the PPE / Safety space.
I’ve respectfully referred to this company as “The OXO of Safety”. They take basic, everyday, industrial safety items and make them look great. Add in some branding, bold marketing, and solid salesmanship, and they sell the same commodities as their competitors for a higher price.
Their vests meet the same standards, are constructed with the same materials, but you feel safer in their products.
There are many brands who successfully and profitably perform the same thing: Coleman’s Dry Mustard and Simply Organic Seasonings, Ghirardelli Chocolate Chips, King Arthur Flour are all examples of this…and I haven’t even left the baking aisle!
Like Eataly, these brands understand we don’t pay for function. We pay for how it feels to us.
It’s a Brutal Business
You can purchase pasta, canned tomatoes, onions, and salt at every grocery store in America. You can make spaghetti tonight without stepping foot in an Eataly store. In fact, Trader Joe’s has been importing frozen pizzas from Italy for years.
Yet when I shop at Eataly, I walk out feeling like I bought something authentically Italian. Same ingredients, different illusion. That’s the trick and it’s pulled off well.
Then the next day, I accidentally come across the receipt. That’s when the hangover kicks in.
We don’t need Eataly, but we want Eataly. I can’t be in Cinqueterra tomorrow, but I can sip Lavazza espresso, from a real ceramic cup, standing at a cafe bar top, this afternoon.
For all its success, Eataly still loses money. Despite revenues over $600 million, profitability remains elusive. The grocery business is brutal, even when you charge luxury prices.
The Takeaway
Eataly is another example of how brands turn the everyday into the extraordinary through design, storytelling, and emotional framing. It’s the price of perceived authenticity.
So the next time you’re savoring that Brunello and ciabatta cacio e pepe, remember: you’re not just buying bread and wine. You’re buying a narrative - aged to perfection and served with a side of nostalgia.
And yes, I’ll be back next week. Probably for the yogurt…and the pizza…and the pandoro in those cool boxes.
Thanks for reading. If you enjoyed this piece, or if you violently disagreed, I’d love to hear from you.
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