Things were going fine at home. I woke up a little late but decided to treat myself to a bagel on the way in, since I found out that the bagel + large coffee combo at High Noon is only $1.50. I had $2.35 on me, less $1.10 for the bus, so I’d have to go to the Mac machine. I arrive at the machine at 8:56 to find it is temporarily out of service. The adjacent bank branch opens at nine. I wait. They finally open at 9:03. Then I go over to the deli, which happens to be next door to the bank for my bagel and coffee. The coffee runs out mid-cup so I am told that if I wait just a few minutes they’ll have more brewed to fill me up.
As I’m waiting for the coffee, a young couple and their very young baby are standing around looking confused. The “deli” is kind of a shi-shi nicoisse salad, foccacccia sandwich kind of place that does serve eggs for breakfast (but said eggs are inedible since they do not carry American cheese, only Cheddar) and has shockingly good bagels. I smile at the baby’s mushy face and they ask me if I know if any bagel places around.
I said that they’re in the best bagel place around. If they’re looking for a bagel bagel place, they better try another state, and that most deli places around here you can’t just wander in to and find a good bagel. But I did tell them I was surprised at how good their bagels were and suggested they give them a shot.
It’s fun to be able to flex a little Northern Snobbery here and there.