As a New Yorker, I’m not ashamed to admit that my city does so much incorrectly: our rent is too damn high, our commutes too damn long, and rats, not the mayor, rule the city.
If there’s one thing this 8-million-plus-person hellhole mostly gets right, it’s bagels. Our bakers got it down: New York City bagels are the right combination of fluffy, chewy, crispy and doughy. We know the proper cream cheese serving size. We are strict about our flavors. We have standards for bagel coloration and we’ll be damned if you call Lender’s a “bagel.”