There is a bagel shop about three blocks from my house, and I still go there sometimes, to get a quick coffee after the occasional early morning yoga class. I even get a bagel there sometimes, if I'm really hungry.
But if I'm being honest, I am only thinking of what could be.
Bernstein's Bagels opened their N. Russel location at the beginning of this year after having some success in their original St. Johns location. When the new spot opened, Chris and I made our way down there, bleary-eyed on a Saturday morning. We waited quietly, staring at the giant floral murals, hoping for the best. Admittedly, our first visit left something to be desired. They mixed up our orders a bit, giving me my sandwich on Chris's chosen bagel type, and him his on mine. And yet...
In subsequent visits, they have clearly come into their own in this new spot. It's packed to the brim with people and my bagel sandwiches have filled me bliss previously unknown to my sad bagel experiences in the Midwest. My main—and honestly, my only—complaint is that this new location opened after I moved away from my apartment that was down the street. If I still lived there, I would probably eat bagels every day.
Proximity to my Current Location: 3/10
Risk to My Waistline: Immense