I got bagels this Sunday at the new place on 6th St & 5th Av, Brooklyn Bakery.
Only... they weren't bagels.
Oh, I don't mean they weren't
good bagels. I mean they weren't bagels at all.
They were bread, plain and simple. Bread, in a bagel-shaped roll, with a flaky, dry crust and an interior of ... bread. And the coatings (in this case poppy seeds) pretty much ALL fell off in the bag. Because, honestly, bread crust doesn't really take toppings well.
They were not boiled. They were not bagel-y. They made no attempt to actually BE bagels, but there they were, looking for all the world like bagels, being sold as bagels.
And if you've ever put cream cheese and lox on what you thought was a toasted bagel and then bitten into a crusty, yeasty, fluffy, hole-filled piece of bread, you'll know that sinking feeling where surprise meets confusion and melds into pissed-offness.
Consider yourselves warned.
i blame such comments on boredom and drinkng, this is why we need more green spaces
-- Karl the Druid