The walk could still happen but it was just going to have to be closer by. There are still many many streets we haven't explored yet, we decided we would go and investigate some of them. We had spotted a nice-looking coffee shop a while ago (it was just after we had drunk a horridly strong coffee at another place...we walked a minute down the street from that coffee shop and stumbled upon across this one - always the way.); and decided to make it our goal to find it once more.
We set out in our ski trousers and winter boots thinking it would be similar temperatures to the previous day, but it was (plus!) 1 degree and not the minus double figures it had been just sixteen hours previously. To our dismay, we were the only people wearing such serious clothes; everyone else was in jeans and 'normal' clothes. Spot the foreigners.
There was a pretty impressive choice of flavours: ranging from the more traditional plain, poppy or sesame, to blueberry, pumpernickel and 'meuslix'. We stared open mouthed at the board, trying to decide which to try, before eventually settling on a sesame, onion, an 'all-dressed' (onion, garlic, poppy and sesame seeds, caraway and salt), and a chocolate one.
No sooner had we stepped back onto the street with our haul, then we tucked into the chocolate one.
It was amazing!!
The dark chocolate wasn't too sweet and there was just the right amount of it; there was also orange running through it...mmm delicious - we had found a new love!
Why hadn't we tried them before now?? A whole four months had passed where we could have been eating these rings of heaven!
The difference between these Fairmount bagels and the store ones we had bought was exactly the same as a loaf of freshly baked bread from a bakery and a sliced-white supermarket loaf. You could eat one on its own, without butter or cream cheese or jam; or toasting or any other interfering with: it was perfect just as it was.
And to top it all off, the bakery is open 24 hours a day, meaning you are able to satisfy your bagel-craving, whatever time of day or night!
So far, I think Canadian coffee is something my palate needs to get used to. We have been spoilt with coffee, I have to admit. Being so close to Italy (and the city being called the northernmost Italian city), there were many places where you could grab a nice strong coffee in Munich.
In Sevilla, the coffee was different to Germany, it was much stronger but delicious also - and cheap - a small cup would most of the time cost about €1.10, whether it be from a cafe, a roadside service station, or at the airport. (It was more expensive in the city centre.) The size was perfect, as any bigger and you would have been on a caffeine high all day.