It's not exactly that I was craving a bagel. I was walking in Paris, alone, hungry, and with half an hour to kill. The air around me was viciously cold; I could feel it clamping it's jaws into my core.
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| Bagelstein |
With the desire for a quick, inexpensive meal, and shelter from the cold, I ducked into Bagelstein in Le Marais. Bagelstein is a French chain with the quirkiness of every French chain with American influence. I had a simple poppy seed bagel with cream cheese. The bagel just tasted like American bread, not awful, but not a bagel either.
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| bready bagel |
After consuming this non-bagel, I was talking with a friend with lots of Parisian experience and she suggested that I try Bagels & Brownies. The next day I ventured to Rue Notre Dame des Champs with my boyfriend to see what we thought.
At Bagels & Brownies, each bagel sandwich is named for a city in the United States. I opted for the Phoenix and a brownie to go with it. Of course, I trusted my dear friend's recommendation, even so, I was pleasantly surprised by this little shop's offerings. My bagel had nice texture, the tomatoes and avocados added a hint of freshness, and the mustard brought the sandwich together perfectly.
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| Phoenix bagel at Jardin du Luxembourg |
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| Brownie "marquise" |
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