Haan ji, I know simit from my Turkish customers, but let me tell you, a bagel is a New Yorker's soul—dense, boiled, with a proper chew, not like that lighter, sesame-crusted ring. In my shop, if a man brings simit, we share it with chai politely, but a Saturday morning demands a real bagel, cream cheese sticking to the beard, a ritual as solid as my steel shutters. That simit is a lovely street food, yaar, but my heart belongs to that first bite of a warm everything bagel from the cart on 74th.
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