Despite the local food scene going crazy over a slew of hip, new bagel makers in town (Wise Sons, Beauty's Bagel Shop in Oakland, and the Schmendricks pop-up in Fayes Video and Espresso Bar), you can still find refreshingly unhip, humble versions in SF. As the daughter of a New York Jew and self-proclaimed bagel connoisseur, I took to the streets of SF to find the best, most traditional (boiled then baked, never steamed) bagels–no long lines included.
To tweak a song lyric*, I’m an old school kind of guy who likes his coffee black(-ish) and his parole denied (except in cases of caffeine-related incidents). And when it comes to getting my mop dropped, I prefer the barbershops of yesteryear, where the guy snipping my hair makes snippets about how he’d run the world if he were president, and where the guy sitting next to me could care less about that Justin Beaver kid's latest haircut. Yes, tell me how it all went wrong sir, because you — like my hairdo — strive for perfection.
In the frenzy over blistered Neapolitan pizzas made with tomatoes blessed by a Catholic priest and quadruple zero flour, the appreciation for a plain ole cheese slice is in threat of extinction. Not to mention, when the urge strikes for a slice of hot, greasy goodness, waiting for a table at Delfina Pizzeria just won't cut it. A slice has to be fast, cheap, and in our control. (And preferably near a good dive bar.)