Fairmount Bagel
In Montréal, bagel shops never close. Don't get me wrong, I could wait until sunrise to get a snack. I would not mind. And there are alternatives. But, when dawn barely shows, when birds start to sing, it seems that I'm hardwired for bagels, fresh from a wood-fired oven.
It might be that I'm skeptical. Do they ever close? Some say that they can't even lock their door. Indeed, Fairmont Bagel's door has no handle, knob, or anything that vaguely resemble a locking mechanism. This is hardly conclusive, they could install another door when they close. But no mater when I go there, at night, at noon, on Labor Day, or on Yom Kippur, they are open and there are other people shopping. Always, wood burning and bagels tightly packed, roasting in plain view for everyone to admire while the delightful smell makes their mouth water. One must have a really twisted schedule if he doesn't hit a lineup at Fairmont Bagel.