As I’ve written in the past, my kids have gourmet tastes in just about every category of food. And they know what they want, with routine orders at each restaurant we frequent. At Los Bagels my son orders the usual lox and cream cheese on a poppy seed bagel, and he asks for the complimentary tomato as well. And he likes capers, and after one difficult experience asks that they be “tucked under the fish so that they don’t roll off.”
Lilith’s preference is a little more extravagant. She asks for a poppy seed bagel with cream cheese, cucumber, and tomato. On top of that she wants guacamole. And then she wants a layer of Larrapin sauce drizzled on top of the heap. Yesterday when calling out her order, the man behind the counter asked, “who ordered this awesome bagel?”
He was less enthusiastic when announcing the completion of her Dad’s boring onion bagel with cream cheese, lox, with only the complimentary onion and tomato to dubiously pull it out of east coast orthodoxy. Next time I’d better order the sushi bagel.