Noah's New York Bagels is a popular eatery here in San Francisco. I smile whenever I go inside to see its emphatic subway motif and list of coffees with homey names like "Midtown," "Gramercy," "Soho," and "Chelsea." We have become regulars at our local establishment, instantly lining the small shop to the walls and drawing amused glances from the locals every time we show up. (San Francisco is chock full of spry young mothers with babies in every kind of carrier imaginable, but not many moms with a double stroller and five children besides.)
The other day, I was shivering on a bench outside the shop, warming my hands round a piping hot cup of Soho, when Agnes observed, "These don't really taste like New York Bagels."
"No?" I asked. "What do they taste like?
"They taste exactly like the bagels we get at home."
Noah's should hire us for their next ad campaign!
Shivering? Oh dear, is it cold up there?
There are some wonderful homeschooling groups up there, where you would find families more similar to yours. The city life is so different. I am so happy you are there, though, showing them what a truly happy family can be!
What a keen sense of taste Agnes has!
Posted by: Kristen Laurence | June 21, 2007 at 12:03 PM
Still laughing at this one!
Posted by: Maria | June 21, 2007 at 02:25 PM