If you are a New Yorker, you crave bagels, you need bagels, all you want is bagels. You don't notice this until you leave New York, until you realize that 295 of the last 365 days you ate nothing but bagels.
And then one day you wake up to the sounds of the kookaburra, see palm fronds wafting in the breeze outside your window, and you stifle a scream as you realize that these are always indicators that you aren't in bagel country anymore. Not even Dunkin Donuts can save you now.
Cold and alone, you wander the lanes and alleys of the land of oz muttering to yourself about egg bagels and black coffee, all the while people around you seem to be getting satisfaction from lamingtons and meat pies and skinny lattes, and the cultural divide could not seem wider...
But ho! As your tummy rumbles pathetically you see down a side street a sign. It reads "NY Style Bagels" Can it be? Is this a mirage? You fight off your first insticts to be cynical and figure it's worth a try.
"They are boiled bagels" I'm assured from the girl in the shop. Good. they seem to know what they're doing. Time for a bite....
And there it is. A Bagel. A real Bagel. Visions of salmon and cream cheese dance through your head as you get your fill. Oh you'll be back.
INSIDE TIP: Call a day in advance to order a half dozen bagels.
omg. I just wrote this and now the craving hit.....NEED MORE BAGELS! read more