When everything's on a bagel, you can eat bagels any time

Having grown up a mere block away from Ess-a-Bagel, one of the most celebrated of all New York City bagel establishments, I always assumed it was not only the most popular (as anyone who has waited on the weekend lines stretching well out the door can attest to) as well as the gold standard of bagelry.

However, over the last several months I've become a devotee of David's Bagels on 14th Street and 1st Avenue, and dare I say it, but I think David's may well be the best bagel spot in the city. And it seems the masses agree with me, as lately there have been ridiculous lines every time I've dropped by. Clearly location has something to do with it, as even die-hard 14th Street-residing bagel fanatics are probably not going to walk over to 21st Street if they've got their own establishment a cumshot away, but I'm curious to see if people are starting to realize that David's is giving Ess-a-Bagel a run for its money. Considering I find having to wait on line for anything the biggest waste of time ever, you know David's is damn good if I'm willing to stick it out. There may be no greater pleasure in this world than David's bacon, egg & cheese on a toasted everything bagel.

One problem David's needs to rectify if it wants to maintain its meteoric ascension to bagel superstardom is increasing its production of everything bagels. Though I was only introduced to the comestible pleasure of the everything bagel in recent times, I've become a quick convert, and have thoroughly penalized myself for my previous lifelong devotion to the plain variety.

In fact, my newfound love of the everything bagel has even affected my personality somewhat. A few weeks ago, upon discovering there was only one everything bagel left, I quickly submitted my order but to my horror my bagel guy was too slow on the uptake, leading the woman behind me to secure that last everything bagel because her dude was actually thinking on his feet. Ordinarily I'd have let this go, but not this time, so powerful was the draw of that everything bagel. I pointed out that as I was ahead of this woman, the last everything bagel was indeed mine, and that she better fucking relinquish it. Given the ravenous, wild-eyed look I must've had in my eyes, she happily ceded the everything bagel.

Since everyone who goes to David's apparently loves the everything bagel, they really should be making double the amount of everything bagels than they do of every other type, so even when I show up as late as Noon with a line fully out the door, they haven't sold out of my beloved breakfast treat.