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There’s Absolutely Nothing Better Than A Bagel With Cream Cheese On Saturday Morning

There’s Absolutely Nothing Better Than A Bagel With Cream Cheese On Saturday Morning

Last Friday you said you’d stay in and by some small miracle you actually ignored all of those text messages from your friends begging you to come to the bar. Or maybe you parlayed a happy hour after work into drinks that didn’t stop until the early hours of Saturday morning.

It could be that you fell somewhere in between these two camps. I don’t know.

Now please let it be noted that I am fully aware of it only being Wednesday. The weekend feels like it’s a million miles away right now but I need you to keep this column in mind come Saturday morning.

A Saturday morning staple since Jewish Poles began migrating to this wonderful country, the bagel is a delicacy unlike any other.

It is, in this blogger’s opinion, the best breakfast option going, and there is no better day of the week to get a freshly toasted bagel than on Saturday morning. There’s just something about the ritual of it all that makes it better on a Saturday.

Maybe you work out beforehand and head to your favorite bagel spot in some athleisure that was actually used for it’s intended purpose. Or maybe you opted out of the gym this Saturday, choosing instead to shower and then walk over to that deli around the corner. Whatever you did before arriving to order that iced coffee and an Everything bagel is irrelevant. The point is that you’re there. It’s around 10:00 a.m. (please try not to deviate from this because the ritual is all about proper timing. It’s gotta be before noon).

There are many who will say that sleeping in on a Saturday is the way to do it. That getting ten or eleven hours of sleep after a long week in the cubes is what needs to be done to really recharge the old batteries. Not I.

To get the most out of a Saturday you need to be up before 9:00 a.m. which for most of you probably isn’t that monumental of a task even if you went out the night before.

Saturday mornings used to be a mystery to me. Something I read about in magazines and saw people partaking in on Instagram. An urban legend. In many ways, Saturday morning was like the boogeyman.

I had heard stories but never actually seen it with my own two eyes. The thought of waking up before noon on a Saturday merely three years ago would have been insane for me to even think about.

Now it’s a little different. I love waking up around 8:30 or 9:00 a.m. and it’s all because of the toasted bagel with cream cheese from a local deli or bagel shop. And make no mistake; it has to be from a local eatery.

I love making food at home just as much as the next guy, but part of this whole process is getting a warm bagel wrapped in cellophane or tin foil. Don’t come at me with lox, red onions, and capers. While that’s a great order, it’s not what you need on Saturday morning. It’s all about that freshly toasted bagel with a schmear. Plain cream cheese is acceptable, but I usually go for something like a garlic or sriracha cream cheese.

Thrown in a brown bag, you can carry it back to your apartment and enjoy it from your living room while you sip that overpriced iced coffee you bought to accompany it. Headphones blasting some Steve Winwood or Phil Collins while the foliage slowly turns to shades of red, orange, and yellow. Absolutely phenomenal. 

You’re probably screaming something right now from your desk about essential duties that need to be performed on Saturdays. What about the errands! The chores! Just relax.  

These errands and chores can wait.  They more than likely consist of dry cleaning, a trip to the grocery store, and maybe, MAYBE, a pump at the gym if you’re feeling really ambitious. But these things don’t need to be done on a Saturday morning. That’s Sunday morning’s problem.

So before you crack that Saturday morning beer ( around 10:00 or 11:00 a.m. I need you to try this out, because it’s a ritual that I’ve adopted and am currently obsessed with.

It’s fun, it’s flirty, and it gets you out of the house on a Saturday before 10:00 a.m. By the time you finish that warm bagel you’ll still have hours on top of hours to do whatever the hell you want. Football is right around the corner, and it wouldn’t it be nice to have something to do before the noon games kickoff this fall? I think the answer is yes.The world is your oyster on Saturday, but only after you’ve had a bagel with cream cheese.

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