This place is essentially a one trick pony with a star attraction called Asian Pear. It is one of the only farms around the New York area that offers Asian Pears and for that this place is famous. Other than that, it's a lousy version of the ubiquitous fruit and produce selling, self picker farms that dot rural byways. Prices as of Sunday 13 Oct 2013 is $3 per pound. If you ride in the tractor pulled farm cart, the cost is $4 per person (age two or above). But if you're smart, just observe the direction from which the tractor returns and walk down that path; it's really only about a two minute walk. If you have a family of four, you just saved yourself $16 bucks. When you get to the pear picking area, you'll be handed a plastic bag to fill to your liking, which they will weigh and you pay in cash right in the field. One important word of caution here; as I was standing on line awaiting my turn at the weigh station, I noticed that the person doing the weighing, was purposely DROPPING the bags of pears onto the scale. Of course, the weight of the pears in addition to the momentum of the drop artificially gave a heavier weight. But rather than allowing the scale to equilibrate to a correct reading, he immediately removed the bag and shouted out the price you owed. In effect, this was A CLEAR AND OBVIOUS EXAMPLE OF 'PUTTING HIS THUMB ON THE SCALE' TO CHEAT THE CUSTOMER with an artificially high weight.
The cheating aside. A rough guide is to consider each average sized pear to be about one pound each. They seem to limit your picking to only selected areas. It's OK to eat as many of them there as you want, but generally most people have one and find it to be already quite filling. Since they don't require tickets to take the tractor pulled cart back, you can get on with all the rest of the paying passengers if you wish.
The place has gotten a bit of fame within the New York Asian community as THE place to go to for fresh Asian Pears, which is rather rare in the US. Most non Asians don't even know what this fruit is, so don't bother farming it. The pear itself is shaped like a large apple, and is slightly yellow brown when ripe. It is also one of the juiciest fruits that you'll ever eat, and it is this character that makes it such a delight. They vary in size, but large ones will be about grapefruit sized. At the farm's store, you can actually buy sized rated boxes of the pears. Smaller sized ones will have a higher count per box. They also sell apples, grapes, and corn.
Again, the place primarily caters to the Asian (Korean and Chinese) community from the tri-state area. They do speak English, but they don't seem to be very good or experienced in terms of what is considered accepted farm or produce retail outlet management. There are very little in terms of signs and a newcomer will be lost as to what is supposed to happen there. The place on Sundays is overrun with tour groups and there are lines for everything. Conservatively speaking there must have been about 500 people there when I saw it yesterday afternoon.
There is a dining hall there but not much in it. They have an open charcoal grill where they roast whole chickens that sell for $20 per chicken. You pay at the kitchen window to the far side of the dining hall where they give you a poker chip. You take that chip back to the grill where the "Amigo" gives you the chicken. Seniors can get the chicken for free. The chicken is quartered and then dumped onto a paper plate. There are packaged plastic utensils packs at the kitchen but they don't seem to want to let people know about it. The dining hall had a coin op soda machine but it wasn't working when I went. The kitchen also sells plates of sloppy looking Korean side dish appetizers for $4, small bowls of rice for $1, and a small bag of cooked Indian corn (with about 6 pieces) for $5.
There are three bathrooms inside the dining hall, but they're all for women only. Men have to use the Port-a-Johns outside and they looked like they hadn't been serviced for a VERY long time. The one that I looked in on had a mountain of feces rising out from the chemical solution that rivaled a south sea island. The aroma was stultifying to say the least. If you can hold it, use the public facilities on the New Jersey Turnpike instead.
All in all, I would have rated the place with two stars, except that the example of cheating the customer ALWAYS deserves the lowest possible score IMHO. Most of the DIY farms that I've been to all have much better signs, direction, and retail experienced personnel. This place only seems to care about milking their Asian customers who want and crave the Asian Pear. Frankly, their costs aren't any better than what an Asian pear sells for at the local Chinese super market.
For those that want the "pick it yourself" experience, go elsewhere. You should only go to Evergreen if getting an Asian Pear yourself is an absolute must. Otherwise, you'll be rather disappointed. read more