The onion bagels there are to the max, and the cream cheese doesn’t fight with you. You get a free bagel for every twelve you buy – they punch your ticket. The guy behind the counter says, “Hey, Hon!” like I’m walking in the house from work, and he got home before me. On Thursday nights, they’re open ’til 9pm and the owner’s gone home. That’s when handsome gives me a free buttered bagel with egg and sausage patty. After closing, I nurse my second cup of tea while he sweeps up.