Bubba’s

The man with the carribean accent that takes the catering orders is extremely rude and unprofessional. I am dreading calling back and speaking to this man to place my order. I think I might just look for another place… It’s that serious.

Unfortunately, my experience at Bubba’s today did not reflect my past experiences throughout high school, less than 10 years ago. Perhaps my palette has evolved, or perhaps they have grown less accustomed to actually serving (being in the service industry and all) but I do not know, and plan on not finding out.
I wanted a panini. A panini with mushrooms and peppers. The options were mushrooms and cheese or eggplant, peppers and cheese. No matter how I tried to explain what I wanted to eat, the restauranteur would not acquiesce. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, I chose. I chose wrong. I had momentarily forgotten that eggplants were among my least desired foods on this planet.
I was rudely reminded as soon as I took the first bite. Fortunately for Bubba, I was quite famished.
I gave the bagel shop 2 stars because it’s difficult to mess up a buttered bagel (what she ordered) and a bottled water.

While I can’t attest for the actual bakery, I can say that I’ve had their bagels on more than one occasion and they’ve been awesome so far. Many of my New York born friends will attest that this region of the country has the world’s best bagels and for a non-​savvy west coaster like myself, I had to see what all of the fuss was about.
With some store bought lox and some organic kosher cream cheese, I stacked my bagel into what looked more like a sandwich instead of a topping. When I bit into my bagel, which tasted soft, scrumptious, and toasted just right, I couldn’t help but nod my head in approval while making an «mmmm» sound with my mouth. The same effect has been with all of their bagels thus far, with my favorite being the toasted wheat with peanut butter.
The kosher brownies are to die for as well. They may be kosher, but I can’t imagine them being anymore healthy than regular brownies from anywhere else. They’re rich, fattening, and are liable to make asses grow bigger with every bite. I just wish there were more places like that in the city.