Once upon a time, there was an SPF post about bagels. At that time, I had no input to share because I rarely allowed myself to enjoy the delicious, carby goodness of a truly delicious bagel. Unfortunately (or fortunately), I recently fell off that wagon and am now prepared to offer my own bagel assessment.
Beginning in February, I signed on to volunteer for a 14-week program with a non-profit organization. Every Saturday I troop groggily to Midtown and volunteer myself to pieces for two hours, and even though I have a few cups of coffee in me by the time I arrive it somehow seems like insufficient nourishment.
Thankfully, the program's organizers recognized this and took the proper steps to keep me coming back. Every week, I am greeted upon my arrival by bags and bags of various types of bagel. These heavenly treasures come from Ess-a-Bagel over at 831 Third Avenue (between 50th and 51st). Although I was originally more enchanted with the intense coffee maker in the building, I've come to recognize that the value of a Saturday morning bagel cannot be surpassed.
It's important to mention that these are the best bagels I have ever had in my LIFE. I noticed when I perused the previous SPF bagel post that Z left a comment about Ess-a-Bagel, which I must not have noticed at the time. This is truly tragic. The last few months of my life seem wasted when I think about the fact that I could have been eating Ess-a-Bagels for SO MUCH LONGER. They are thick, doughy and so amazing that I can literally feel them doing bad, bad things to my body. It's a good thing they also have the magical capability to make me not care about anything else in the world except eating them.
We all know that my food options as a child weren't very creative, so it makes sense that I ate a bagel with cheese every day when I returned home from school. Trust me, I have eaten my fair share of bagels in my life. I started eating them less frequently in the interest of my health, but now I can't imagine Saturday mornings without them. Thank you, Ess-a-Bagel, for restoring my relationship with the bagel. I'll never go hungry again.