Last night I looked out my hotel window and… Holy Mackeral… it’s the New York Bagel Cafe!
This had been a topic of some discussion before I left Connecticut. I’d go to Birmingham, ask for a bagel and get laughed at.
It looks like the joke’s on me. Doesn’t it?
A closer look at the New York Bagel Cafe shows I was insightful after all. Someone thought it would be a good idea. It was not!
What I couldn’t see late at night, but can see now, is the LEASE sign on the window. The New York Bagel Cafe is out of business.
Let the grits begin!