It is a salient truth that every human should find the
bagel to which they are aligned by fate; for me it was
plain (sometimes the poppy) at Siegel's.
This
is
true but it remains hard to believe that such a moment can
be found in Vancouver whatever other merits the city may
enjoy.
In typical fashion, the New York Times gets all hot and
bothered about itself
claiming
:
But no city, perhaps in the history of the world, is
so closely identified with a breadstuff as New York is
with the bagel.
I like New Yorkers. Really, I do. I like them more than
the bread donuts they so famously pass off as bagels, that
much is for sure.
Insert stock Canadian hand-wringing about how our
friends to the South don't
properly appreciate us
:
Not only do Montrealers consider these bagels the best
in the world. Matthew Goodman is an American who raves
about these bagels and explains in detail how they are
made and what differentiates them from other bagels. He
even goes so far as saying that just to taste these
bagels is well worth the trip to Montréal. I guess just
as Maurice "Rocket" Richard is a legend to the Montréal
Canadians (sic), bagels are just as legendary to the
world of food.
Mark Pilgrim, on the subject of so-called
“carb-counting” bagels,
writes
:
They are a most evil creation, vile and bland, an
affront against nature and taste buds and most likely God
and so forth. When I eat one, I am reminded of Smith's
rant in the first Matrix movie. I feel saturated by their
overarching blandness, I can taste it, and every time I
do, I feel that I have somehow been infected by it.
This pretty much sums it up for anyone from Montréal
when presented with one of those dense and heavy
steriod-rings that the rest of world calls a
“bagel”.
Or “What is up with the bagel meme going around these days?”
Dean Allen writes :
This is true but it remains hard to believe that such a moment can be found in Vancouver whatever other merits the city may enjoy.
In typical fashion, the New York Times gets all hot and bothered about itself claiming :
I like New Yorkers. Really, I do. I like them more than the bread donuts they so famously pass off as bagels, that much is for sure.
Insert stock Canadian hand-wringing about how our friends to the South don't properly appreciate us :
Imagine that.
Andy Huang writes :
Oop ack splat Fttttttpppppppppppppppppppppp!!!!!!!!!
Mark Pilgrim, on the subject of so-called “carb-counting” bagels, writes :
This pretty much sums it up for anyone from Montréal when presented with one of those dense and heavy steriod-rings that the rest of world calls a “bagel”.