Decades upon decades ago I was won over to the taste of bagels by those my parents regularly brought to our home in Flushing, Queens. Gave up on that experience when we moved to Michigan.
But in the here-and-now, I can honestly say that the old standby, plain bagel with a schmere of butter turned out by Eastside Bagel, is a very nearly replicant of the taste that haunted me from my youth in NYC.
Finding this simple gem of a food has made me a repeat customer here.
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