The NYC Classics Part Two: The Bagel…
October 7, 2010 § Leave a Comment
….courtesy of Daniels Bagels, NYC.
As promised, here is Part Two to round out the deets on my classic New York food extravaganza ( ‘deets’ as in the short version of ‘details’ – does it need an apostrophe someplace?).
So we were on the hunt for a proper New York Bagel. I had done my interweb research prior to the trip and had identified a few choice options. I was very clear about one thing, though, I wanted a very specific type of bagel as I understand there are at least two kinds that New Yorkers go for: 1) the larger, doughier kind; or 2) the smaller, crustier, and chewier kind. I was up for the latter because I like tasty crunchy stuff.
What makes a New York Bagel so special? Well, apparently not only is it the way they are prepared: first, hand-rolling the dough; then boiling in water (the very fact that they are bathed in New York City water is the key, evidently); then finally baked to a perfect blend of crusty outside/chewy inside.
We headed for Daniels and I asked for what was hot out of the oven – Plain came the resounding response…
Now for Protein Polly to spring into action. “please could I have plain turkey breast with that warm bagel?”
(I should quickly mention a typical New York Bagel Rule of Thumb – do NOT ask for the bagel to be toasted. Though not every establishment adheres to the principle, New York Bagels are intended to be served untoasted (as they are already oven-warmed and inherently crusty) and with a Schmear of cream cheese or something).
No toasting for me either and the turkey quota I received was amazing.
I quickly scooped all the turkey to one side as I was determined to experience the bagel itself in all its crusty, tangy marvelousness. And it was – marvelous.
Protein Polly rounded out the meal by inhaling all the turkey – again, to make it abundantly clear to my digestion that blood-glucose normalcy is the name of the game for the afternoon, please. Which is was. I was not hungry nor shaky; the protein appears to be the current solution.
All in all, the Friday of our NYC trip ended up being a day of the letter ‘B.’ Sesame Street would be proud.
B was for Breakfast (in my case 2 large tubs of Whole Foods Irish Steel-Cut Oatmeal from the hot food buffet with a handful of walnuts to keep me sustained throughout the morn)
B was for Birds (in Central Park which, in spite of the downpour that was occurring at the time, were out in abundance)
B was for Boat (as in the Staten Island Ferry at sunset – a fantastic, FREE, and lovely experience – definitely a highlight of our trip)
B was also for Book (and a Tote Bag) Buying (courtesy of Strand Books – 18 miles of independent bookstore loveliness on Broadway – I recommend going to there in lieu of other chain bookstores that happen to begin with the letter ‘B’ too)
then, of course, B was for Bagel!