Desolation Bagels
On the return flight from JFK to Seattle yesterday, our carry-on luggage which originally consistied largely of fresh roasted coffee for our NYC peeps was replaced by two large sacks of New York’s best bagels from Ess-a-Bagel.
These Bagels were intended to be Victory Bagels to celebrate the end of the Bush regime with friends and cow-orkers Wednesday morning. Instead they are a grim reminder that though some enclaves of righteousness exist in this country, there are alot of lost souls out there that would still choose a stale hot dog bun over a perfectly fine bagel.
November 3rd, 2004 at 10:16 pm
Chewing on a NY bagel would be just the medicine I need. No, hold the chream cheese, I’ll just rip it apart with my teeth. It’s more primal that way!
November 4th, 2004 at 7:14 am
Nevermind my comment on your previous post. Sad that we didn’t see you! I’ve been wanting to feed you for a while, although Providence *is* a bit of a drive from NY. :)
November 15th, 2004 at 6:42 pm
Still drinking that coffee. Still great! (Even if not superfresh).
January 6th, 2006 at 11:31 am
heh… i grew up across the avenue to ess-a-bagel on 1st. definately best bagels ever.