There were many places to get good bagels in New York City. Where my wife and I lived, it wasn’t a long walk to Ess-a-Bagel. In Yiddish, ‘essen’ means ‘eat’. Therefore ‘Ess a bagel’ means ‘Eat a bagel’. What could be simpler? The bagels were enormous there. So enormous in fact, that a diet expert advised me to cut them in thirds along the edge, instead of in half, to make a healthy sandwich. Whitefish on a poppy bagel was my favorite. I used to schlep there on a Sunday, pick up the New York Times (when it was full sized), and get half a dozen bagels, some white fish and, if I was feeling really extravagant, some lox and cream cheese. Then, a short walk home and it was time to feast and read, then make sandwiches for the coming week.
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Nice. My favorite bagel place way back when.
Thanks, Chris. I miss it.