New Yorker In Search Of North Shore’s Best Bagel

By Zachary Daly ’18
Food Columnist

I finally did it. The long search is over.

I found a decent bagel in Massachusetts. The answer to my prayers: Boston Bagel Company in Beverly Farms.

Anyone from New York City and the surrounding suburbs knows the struggle. Often this bout of desperation occurs when a young New Yorker is a freshman in college.

At first, they are eager to explore a new city, an aspect of ‘Merica that they did not know. But soon they realize that there are serious issues in the world, more specifically, FAKE BAGELS.

Yes, I said it. I’m talking about bagels that pose. Bagels that imitate, but do not deliver. I’ll even call out the bagels that come in a bag at the grocery store. All of them. Simply a disgrace.

Too many times I have visited a bagel store in Massachusetts only to leave screaming the same words as Terry Crews in my favorite movie: “Oh the deception!” But enough of that, let us get back to the oasis that is Boston Bagel Company- and at this moment that my heart begins to race.

Boston Bagel Company is a short five-minute drive from campus. When breaking out of the asylum take a left onto Grapevine Road and follow along that for roughly two miles. Then turn right onto Oak Street, and the store is located in the train station on the left.

Inside, the store is modern and styled with millennials and generation Z in mind. Everything a youth would want is there: exposed brick, tables to write a food column on, and an intuitive design that facilitates flow on a busy weekday morning. Honestly, a modern marvel architecturally.

The real marvel, though, is the slice of heaven that you will experience in your first bite. I recommend the sausage, egg, and cheese on an everything bagel with salt and pepper.

However, if you are in a boujee type of mood or trying to impress a date, then I would suggest my personal favorite: an everything bagel with a schmear of cream cheese and sliced lox, which is also referred to as smoked salmon on a bagel by the uncultured.

I hope that you will also one day leave the train station bagel store exclaiming the good news: The Lord Hath Provided.