One of the things I was trying to avoid most in this city: bagels. See, I love bagels. A lot. And I’m no bagel brat either. I love my Einstein’s, Bruegger’s, Panera…you name it, I’ll love it.
So what have I been avoiding? New York bagels of course! They’re the king of bagel-land with a mouth-watering reputation. How could I avoid perfection, cheap and convenient all rolled into one? All of that plus the calories, duh.
My first Saturday morning in NYC began with a plain bagel with chive cream cheese and fresh squeezed OJ from Murray’s Bagels on 8th in Chelsea. It was an out-of-body-experience in just one bite. No bagel will ever be the same (including the one I had from Whole Foods today).