There is small shop by our house that is only open on Friday and Saturday mornings. Every Saturday morning I wake up and following the warm doughy aroma down the street to Sunshine Bagel. Made only with flour, salt, sugar and water, they are fresh, hot and the best tasting breakfast you could hope to have on a Saturday morning on your way to the market.
The man who makes the bagels is a little crusty. You can never be sure what kind of mood he is going to be in, but you can always be sure that the bagels will be delicious.
It is an honor system for paying for the bagels. You walk in, fill up your bag, and then leave money on the table by the door and take your change. He is too busy making bagels to worry about you and money.
There was a brief period where he thought he was going to have to close up shop. His lease was up - and "they" were going to raise the rent. While the bagels are delicious, and he almost always sells out - I don't think he is making a lot of money in the bagel business. Every Saturday I would walk to his bagel bakery, nervous that there would be "CLOSED" sign on the door. Every week, I was relieved.
It's been a few months now, and there is good news! Our neighborhood bagel bakery isn't going to be taken away from us anytime soon, and I think that Mr. Bagel man is getting a little less crusty as a result.
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