Walked by J's childhood home this morning while on the phone with her, and she asked me if if would get me (her) an excellent bagel. So I went to Hot Bagels, on Newkirk Plaza overlooking the Newkirk stop on the B/Q trains, just north of Foster Ave.
Referencing the coffee and landfills post, the guy did try hard to give me a bag, and a pile of napkins, but was fine (if slightly confused) when I declined both.
Truly, honestly, about the best bagel I've ever had. Doughy and chewy and big and substantive and tasty with just enough crust to make it right. Amazing. And I even skipped the salt bagel, because J really wanted me to get either an onion or a garlic bagel. Those salt bagels must be fucking amazing, if the onion are that good. Maybe I'll go back tomorrow, even if the gas station grade coffee did suck.
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