The flat tyre I discovered on my bike this morning when I arrived in Williamsburg was perhaps easier to fix than the spare tyre I was courting through my intended destination. The Bagel Store is recently in the news for making neon coloured bagels, and even though the graffiti on the bridge ride over suggested strange additives may impact brain function, who can resist psychedelic play-dough that with a twist and a steam becomes edible…? It turns out I can, with a little divine intervention. The bagels are not baked until the hipster-friendly hour of 9am, and then the likely wait time in the queue is about 45 minutes. That’s regardless of whether you are ordering a cragel ( croissant and bagel ), the rainbow bagel with cotton candy, or the trending favorite, the rainbow bagel with funfetti. But the discovery of the flat tyre, and the calculation of my position in the queue against my landmarked date on the distant Manhattan skyline, meant that rainbow bagels would have to illuminate another day.
As I pushed my deflated bicycle back over the Williamsburg Bridge, begrudging the joy of freewheeling down the long slope to Manhattan, I wondered if my unspent calories could be credited towards a return visit. The cronut is being challenged for the throne of coolest must-eat in the city and the rainbow cragel may just tip the scales. St Patrick’s Day is around the corner, along with the opportunity to return to take my own photos and suggest an appropriately colourful combo… a green cragel with Bailey’s Irish cream cheese….