Bagel Blogging

Lynn at Reflections in D Minor chats about her first encounter with New York City bagel-snobbery.

As some of you know, I grew up in Texas. As a result, I never developed much of a taste for bagels. I still remember my first experience in the dining hall of my college in Connecticut when I asked for toast instead. The girl manning the toaster looked at me as if I had asked for a ferret. And not just any ferret, either. A dead one. That had been in the water a few days.

YIPS from Steve: Mmmmmmmmmm, ferret.

Snobs.