Bagels
My friends in Austin will attest that I have a small problem with bagel joints.
Please understand this problem is not with bagels themselves, as I'm rather fond of the dense, chewy bread rounds.
My problem is also not with people who prepare and cook bagels. My bagel consuming experiences have, by and large, been tasty ones.
No, my bagel issues stem from the dizzying heights of incompetence achieved by the people paid to take my order and hand over the bagel.
In Austin, I refuse to eat at Einstein's on the Drag. The first time I went in, I ordered Black Forrest Ham on Asiago. No cheese, no nothing. Meat plus bagel. What did I get? Egg on plain with cheese.
The next time I went in? All I wanted was plain with plain cream cheese. I got plain, with some sort of tomato harvest cream cheese.
Again, all of these gastronomic adventures were pleasant in their own way. And i do like a certain element of surprise in my life. I typically just prefer not to find it when I'm attempting to order lunch.
All of this brings us to today. There's a bagel place just below us at the paper. In fact, I steal their wireless sometimes when I'm on my laptop.
They make good coffee, and I was hungry for a bagel. I ordered, and received, a Wheat Oat with Strawberry. Too bad it took the stoner behind the counter 10 minutes to take my order, fill it and remember he should probably let me pay.
Seriously, ten minutes. For bagel plus cream cheese.
In his defense, he would have had some assistance had his fellow worker not been attempting to locate the cost of a Cafe Americano, which was on the board in front of her.
The only other employee -- are there no ADULTS here??? -- was too busy talking to a man in a black hat to be bothered by customers.
Thus ends our story, and the curtain drops on another day of bagelling.
Yes, I just made up a word.
Please understand this problem is not with bagels themselves, as I'm rather fond of the dense, chewy bread rounds.
My problem is also not with people who prepare and cook bagels. My bagel consuming experiences have, by and large, been tasty ones.
No, my bagel issues stem from the dizzying heights of incompetence achieved by the people paid to take my order and hand over the bagel.
In Austin, I refuse to eat at Einstein's on the Drag. The first time I went in, I ordered Black Forrest Ham on Asiago. No cheese, no nothing. Meat plus bagel. What did I get? Egg on plain with cheese.
The next time I went in? All I wanted was plain with plain cream cheese. I got plain, with some sort of tomato harvest cream cheese.
Again, all of these gastronomic adventures were pleasant in their own way. And i do like a certain element of surprise in my life. I typically just prefer not to find it when I'm attempting to order lunch.
All of this brings us to today. There's a bagel place just below us at the paper. In fact, I steal their wireless sometimes when I'm on my laptop.
They make good coffee, and I was hungry for a bagel. I ordered, and received, a Wheat Oat with Strawberry. Too bad it took the stoner behind the counter 10 minutes to take my order, fill it and remember he should probably let me pay.
Seriously, ten minutes. For bagel plus cream cheese.
In his defense, he would have had some assistance had his fellow worker not been attempting to locate the cost of a Cafe Americano, which was on the board in front of her.
The only other employee -- are there no ADULTS here??? -- was too busy talking to a man in a black hat to be bothered by customers.
Thus ends our story, and the curtain drops on another day of bagelling.
Yes, I just made up a word.
posted by Audrey at 3:22 PM
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