In search of a perfect bagel

There is no other word for it - the Bagel Shop in Bandra is cute. A small bungalow in posh Pali Hill full of interesting knick-knacks. Serving the chewy Jewish bread you rarely see outside New York.

You get a choice of five or six varieties - my favorites are multigrain and poppy - and you can tell them to load it with cream cheese or make a sandwich with your favorite vegetable or meat filling.

Impressive stuff!

Except that bagels are not meant to be impressive. Bagels are something you snatch off the rack on office cafetaria, pop in the toaster, apply a hint of cream cheese on and take to your desk to eat. All for 80 cents. That's what's satisfying about the bagel.

Cute as it may be, the Bagel Shop can't give me the deeply satisfying "Everything Bagel" of the NY cafetaria!

Comments

Bharti said…

Bagels in Bombay haan. Yeah..I bet there's just something not quite right about that. And you're right, I think you just can't find the right kind of bagels anywhere else in America outside of NY either.

July 16, 2008 at 12:34 AM

karuna said…

wowow i did not even imagine one would find bagels in bombay.i love bagel and cream cheese only got introduced them when I came here to the US.

July 16, 2008 at 7:18 AM

bha said…

Bagels in Bombay......not a surprise, globalization at its best....:)

July 18, 2008 at 2:03 AM

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