While the dowdy, no-frills shop served genuinely fresh, hot bagels, it was always more than a store. H&H represented a way of living that celebrated the City's, and especially the Upper West Side's, heart and soul. H&H had New York attitude. It didn't offer any service beyond putting bagels in a bag, and the store didn't offer any type of preparation, such as toasting. Nada: H&H was strictly a cash-and-carry operation.
Sometimes, I would visit H&H and bring to my New Jersey home bagels I could trust. Around my area, bagels resemble the shape of tires from Fred Flintstone's car. Unfortunately, the faux bagels are about as tough as Fred's tires. That just wouldn't do.
H&H will continue to have a City presence, thanks to its more factory-like venue on West 46th Street opposite the Hudson River docks. However, the atmosphere and the neighborhood just aren't the same. H&H's vanishing act leaves New York with a diminishing number of venues where its urban, and specifically Jewish, personality remains vital and even compelling.
Two holdouts that come to mind are both on the currently fashionable Lower East Side. One is Kossar's Bialys on not so soignée Grand Street. Not only do I enjoy Kossur's bialys, I appreciate that the store has made no concession to time or contemporary taste. The other refusenik is Russ & Daughters, the celebrated ne plus ultra for all who enjoy smoked fish. That includes me.
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