For two weekends in a row, I've driven two hours each way to our nation's capital for a dozen of your bagels.
Well, technically, the reason why I drove two hours to Ottawa was to take Dave to the airport for a fishing trip, but really that was just a convenient excuse for making the pilgrimage to your fine establishment.
You see I am batty for bagels, and not just any bagels, your bagels. Your bagels are, by far, the best.
I've tried others. Costco bagels are doughy and devoid of flavour. Dempsters bagels are bland and boring. Tim Horton's bagels are trite and tasteless. None of them can hold a candle to your perfect blend of salty, toasted, melt in the mouth buttery bagel.
To quote Sinead O'Connor, nothing compares to you. You are my everything bagel. I knead you.
But two hours is a bit far to drive every weekend, so I'm writing to you to invite you to set up shop on the beautiful shores of the St. Lawrence in the limestone city.
Kingston has wonderful outdoor patios, award-winning restaurants, eclectic bars and trendy coffee shops. We are, however, devoid of bagels.
The sign at your Woodroffe location says, "Open 24/7, 365 days of the year".
Come to Kingston. We're not that demanding. Heck, you could be open three hours a day, 100 days of the year, and that would be enough for us to get our weekly fix and be happy campers.
I hope I'm not spreading it on too thick, and thanks for hearing me out but let's put a ring on it righ now. I can't wait for the day I wake up to you every morning.
Lots of love and lox,
Laurie
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