Holy smokes. I didn't know I loved bagels this much until I came here. The place smells of an amazing aroma of fresh bread. You know that scene in Ratatouille when Emile (Remy's younger, fatter brother) experiences synesthesia for the first time with the cheese and grape pairing? I had that and I can still experience the awesome smells of the bagels.
We ordered 12 bagels - 6 sesame and 6 cinnamon and raisin. I tried speaking in French and the dude behind the counter was happy and appreciated my effort. He looked like Khal Drogo but was nice as a button after we talked about how awful my French was and how Toronto was pretty dope.
The venue where the bagels are sold is just in front of the humongous bagel machine. It was a huge machine that spewed tender and awesome goodness in the form of doughy circular deliciousness.
You haven't had a bagel until you've had one fresh. I couldn't help eating them plain even throughout the ride home. I finally got back to Toronto and have half the amount of bagels left. By the next day, they were a little tougher but still amazingly good. Only after 3 days did they start getting tougher like the ones Dempster sells at the grocery mart. Mind you, this was 3 days opened and then it became as hard as a "fresh" bag from the grocery mart.
I miss their bagels already... You MUST come here if you're Montreal. MUST!