I want to preface this article with what may be the biggest disclaimer that possibly could be made regarding New York City food. I understand people have set-in-stone notions of what establishment makes the best bagel. There are so many factors contributing to this principal decision, such as what your go-to order is or if the bagel is merely the vessel or the star of the show.
Regardless, this breakfast icon is something I have spent a lot of time trying to find the best of. I even have an Instagram account (@sexybagelsnyc, drop a follow) dedicated to my journey. But this does not make me the most qualified person to advise on bagel spots.
I just have been to over 38 different bagel stores to figure it out for myself. I am originally from Minneapolis, an area not typically known for its stellar bagels. Coming to Fordham University, the East Coast’s love of the breakfast staple was unknown to me.
I was immediately hooked once I discovered the plethora of shops and delis dedicated to bagels. For the last three years, friends and family aided and participated in my love of bagels. I once was in a public restroom at Fordham and a stranger gave me a double take and asked, “Aren’t you the girl from that bagel account?” One of the prouder moments of my life, truly.
However, as I prepare to go abroad to Paris next semester, the daunting reality of a bagel-less existence gets closer and closer. Am I being dramatic? Yes. France will open up new avenues of culture and cuisine t.
