Like cockroaches I firmly believe Tesco bagels could survive a nuclear holocaust.
Found this in the bread drawer more than a few days lurking there, but once in the toaster it sprung to life.
Angela & I were in Boston in ‘99 & went into one of the usual Finagle a Bagel or whatever the joint was called. Never heard of or seen a bagel before, AP speaks up and asks for what sounded like a ‘bagelle’. The Bostonion Bagel seller was confused, perturbed, uncertain. ‘Pardon me ma’m?’ •
You can take the Derry Girls out of Derry for sure. •
Feeling smug I asked what was ‘nish’, with a silent ‘k’.
Cue further furrowed brows & perplexed looks. ‘Knish sir?’
‘Ehh, yes that’s what I meant…’ mumbled I.
We stood corrected & enjoyed the food.
It was different, now of course the bagel is ubiquitous.
I wonder how the Bostonian Finagle a Bagellers would have fared in Jack’s chippy in Omagh or even Fiorentini’s in Derry.