Bagel on my mind
Days like today, I wish I were in New York.
Actually. Scrap that. EVERY day I wish I were in New York. But today, more than usual. The weather is overcast and it's raining (so moody and broody). I'm listening to Stacy Kent's Dreamsville on an endless loop which makes me want to book a ticket to the Big Apple right away and sit in a (smokeless) jazz club. And I have a hankering for bagels. Which is, really, the most pressing reason of them all.
I haven't had a good bagel since 2005. When in New York, I lived off them (though, let's face it - San Francisco gives the Big Apple a run for its money when it comes to boiled bread). Later in Montreal, my friends - Emilie and Julie - introduced me to this fantastic bakery St-Viateur Bagel & Cafe in the Plateau that sold them by the truckloads. Bliss. There's nothing quite like a toasted bagel slathered in cream cheese and a hot cup of Joe on a winter's day. Hello extra pounds! Since then, it's been like a bagel-dry state back home in Perth.
For the last few weeks, I've had bagel on my mind. Friday night, I had egg 'n' cheese bagel on the brain. I have a flier of Noah's Bagels in my office stuck to the wall right beneath a picture of Adam Hills. Now that's a strange concept.
One of my colleagues at university told me about this well-kept secret of a bagel place in Yokine which is apparently the Jewish quarter of the city. News to me, which means I really should get out more.
Sunday morning - I rug up and make that 50 minute one-way drive to indulge in my fetish. Besh Fresh may have saved my life. Or at least my sanity until I make it up to the northern hemisphere again for another trip. Hello more pounds! My excuse: 'insulating' for the winter.
When I watch Ugly Betty in the evening, good-looking-boss-who-knows-it-Daniel asks Betty to get him... a bagel with cream cheese. It's fate I tell ya. Or something like that.
All hail the mighty bagel. It's boiled. It's baked. It's big and it's beautiful. It's the new religion. If it worked for Jedi...
And yes. I know Montreal isn't New York.
Actually. Scrap that. EVERY day I wish I were in New York. But today, more than usual. The weather is overcast and it's raining (so moody and broody). I'm listening to Stacy Kent's Dreamsville on an endless loop which makes me want to book a ticket to the Big Apple right away and sit in a (smokeless) jazz club. And I have a hankering for bagels. Which is, really, the most pressing reason of them all.
I haven't had a good bagel since 2005. When in New York, I lived off them (though, let's face it - San Francisco gives the Big Apple a run for its money when it comes to boiled bread). Later in Montreal, my friends - Emilie and Julie - introduced me to this fantastic bakery St-Viateur Bagel & Cafe in the Plateau that sold them by the truckloads. Bliss. There's nothing quite like a toasted bagel slathered in cream cheese and a hot cup of Joe on a winter's day. Hello extra pounds! Since then, it's been like a bagel-dry state back home in Perth.
For the last few weeks, I've had bagel on my mind. Friday night, I had egg 'n' cheese bagel on the brain. I have a flier of Noah's Bagels in my office stuck to the wall right beneath a picture of Adam Hills. Now that's a strange concept.
One of my colleagues at university told me about this well-kept secret of a bagel place in Yokine which is apparently the Jewish quarter of the city. News to me, which means I really should get out more.
Sunday morning - I rug up and make that 50 minute one-way drive to indulge in my fetish. Besh Fresh may have saved my life. Or at least my sanity until I make it up to the northern hemisphere again for another trip. Hello more pounds! My excuse: 'insulating' for the winter.When I watch Ugly Betty in the evening, good-looking-boss-who-knows-it-Daniel asks Betty to get him... a bagel with cream cheese. It's fate I tell ya. Or something like that.
All hail the mighty bagel. It's boiled. It's baked. It's big and it's beautiful. It's the new religion. If it worked for Jedi...
And yes. I know Montreal isn't New York.
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