This week, the Boss Lady asked me to do some research on bagel bakeries and whether they would deliver to our offices. Most of the bagel purveyors she wanted me to look into were featured in a WaPo article a while ago. So, I let my fingers do the walking and called up the three she was most interested in. One was in D.C. up near Union Station and the other two were in Rockville. None of them, it turns out, deliver.
Disappointed, I then asked Boss Lady how often she wanted bagels in the office and proposed that perhaps one of us could run up to Union Station a couple of times a week to haul some in. (I'll tell you her response in a moment.) So, why do I tell you all this? For one simple reason only: I am baffled that in a city addicted to coffee and carbs and frantic energy, there are no... none... nada... bagel franchises to be found in this entire city.
I know, I know. There's Au Bon Pain, but it's not strictly a bagel shop. And yes, there's Einsteins, but they're in the suburbs. Of course, you can find a bagel at McDonald's if you're willing to eat it with preformed eggs, ham, and cheese. Or, the little local delis and markets sometimes have them. But I'm not interested in any of those. I'm talking about a genuine, all-we-do-is-bagels bagel shop.
When I lived and worked in the Bay Area, they were as ubiquitous as Peet's Coffee shops. At least once a week, we had bagels from Noah's. How is it that there isn't something like that in this city?
Getting back to the Boss Lady, though. When I asked how often she'd like bagels in the office and if one of us should make a run for them, she e-mailed me back and said, "This isn't a bagel office. I just wanted them once. No need to do anything else with this. Thanks."
Sheesh. Here I thought it was something and now all I have in my head are thoughts of bagels.
I want a bagel, dammit!
Bagel and lox. BLT on a cinnamon raisin. Sea salt and butter. Asiago cheese... Bagels, oh, bagels, wherefore art thou?