It’s My Alter Bagel Talking
June 10, 2011 § Leave a comment
I got up at 4.43am, and suddenly felt this madness growing in my head, absolutely madness to the point where it’s like that ancient beast from Tim Burton’s Alice In Wonderland just dug its way out of the bottom of my cerebral and spat out two miles of decibel in a roar.
I just really, really, really need an everything bagel with cream cheese and lox.
And after fifteen minutes of feverish research on the world wide web, I discovered I couldn’t get one without either spending HKD50 and 15 minutes by taxi (or depending on what type of transportation, HK 10 and 45 minutes by minibus then MTR, or HKD2 and 45 minutes by tram, or HKD0 and 2 hours, by foot) to get to the nearest bagel shop, which opens at 8am, three flipping hours from now.
By the time I’ve decided on what shoes to wear for today, what type of transport to take and actually found my way there to make a decision on whether to put onions in my bagel, I would have become a rotting manifestation of a rail-thin hunched-back woman who could hardly raise her wrinkled index finger at the menu and curse with a croak the shop’s opening hours along with the lack of cream cheese they put on and basically all other similar forms of injustice in the world.
In short, I miss New York Delis. Open 24/7, always a heartbeat away from home.
Ess-a-bagel, 359 1st Ave (between 20th St & 21st St) New York, NY 10010
Price/bagel: From 1.05 USD Dried Sliced Bagel to 15 USD Lake Sturgeon Bagel
Five years from now, I’m going to remember: The shrimp salad bagel…. the shrimps that almost felt alive and the sinful ooze of mayonnaise to the side of the bagel as you try the limits of your jaw with a ginormous bite.