I stopped at Noah’s Bagels this morning for a snack. It would be easy to dismiss Noah’s “gourmet bagels,” which are bagels with lots of melted cheese on them, but I prefer to think of them as a form of pizza available at 9am. While I was waiting for my six-cheese bagel to heat, I noticed a sign above the coffee station:
> For generations, New York has been at the center of America’s love affair with coffee.
Right, and Milwaukee is at the center of America’s love affair with beer.
I expect protests.
I am reminded of the line from the Pace Picante ads, in which one of the cowboys around the chuck wagon, upon hearing where the cook bought salsa, responds, “New York City?!? Get a rope…”