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This is a non-story. Forewarned.
So last night I was in the mood for a take-out dinner of some sort. I just didn't feel like venturing into the kitchen (probably because of the leaning tower of dishes in the sink) and the first thing that popped into my head was Bombers. I've recently become ob-freaking-sessed with their tequila wings. Extra extra crispy. That sounded delicious to me, but then I started mentally adding up my bill.
'I'll get the wings and, since I'm going there, I have to get barbeque tofu fries, too. And I haven't tried the chicken taco yet, so I'll get one of those. But then the veggie chicken nuggets will feel jealous...and lord knows I love me a veggie chicken nugget.'
It just became too much. I figured I'd be spending at least $15 on dinner for myself which, while not that crazy, it's a pinch to the wallet.
I don't know what possessed me to go to Brueggers. Maybe a powerful hunger (I hadn't eaten all day?) Maybe it had just been a while since I had my classic: an everything bagel with olive pimento cream cheese. Three sandwiches later (the aforementioned everything/olive, plus an Herby turkey to combat the munchies later on that night, and a ham with provolone on sesame for Josh) I was out...I couldn't even believe it...$15 and change. For three itty bitty sandwiches.
Am I getting cheap in my old age? Perhaps. But in my day, a bagel with cream cheese cost, like, two dollars. I think they charged $1.90 at Bagel Tyme in Kinderhook back in the gay nineties. Come to think of it, that's where I developed my love for the masterpiece that is the everything bagel. They understand (as does Brueggers) that, "everything," includes big chunks of pretzel salt.
Lesser bagel purveyors, take note.
So last night I was in the mood for a take-out dinner of some sort. I just didn't feel like venturing into the kitchen (probably because of the leaning tower of dishes in the sink) and the first thing that popped into my head was Bombers. I've recently become ob-freaking-sessed with their tequila wings. Extra extra crispy. That sounded delicious to me, but then I started mentally adding up my bill.
'I'll get the wings and, since I'm going there, I have to get barbeque tofu fries, too. And I haven't tried the chicken taco yet, so I'll get one of those. But then the veggie chicken nuggets will feel jealous...and lord knows I love me a veggie chicken nugget.'
It just became too much. I figured I'd be spending at least $15 on dinner for myself which, while not that crazy, it's a pinch to the wallet.
I don't know what possessed me to go to Brueggers. Maybe a powerful hunger (I hadn't eaten all day?) Maybe it had just been a while since I had my classic: an everything bagel with olive pimento cream cheese. Three sandwiches later (the aforementioned everything/olive, plus an Herby turkey to combat the munchies later on that night, and a ham with provolone on sesame for Josh) I was out...I couldn't even believe it...$15 and change. For three itty bitty sandwiches.
Am I getting cheap in my old age? Perhaps. But in my day, a bagel with cream cheese cost, like, two dollars. I think they charged $1.90 at Bagel Tyme in Kinderhook back in the gay nineties. Come to think of it, that's where I developed my love for the masterpiece that is the everything bagel. They understand (as does Brueggers) that, "everything," includes big chunks of pretzel salt.
Lesser bagel purveyors, take note.
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