These poor things taste more like something early colonists would have carried in their covered wagons for rations than actual bagels. I've been told that apparently Montreal bagels are better than most any other because they are prepared in such a way that sucks every last bit of flavor out of them, leaving you with a gaping ring of dough that tastes like solidified tap water. I don't get it. "Ooh but they're boiled in honey water, that's what makes them different!!" Cute. Honey water. The pics looked delicious and I was ready to tear into these amazing bagels everyone had been raving to me about. But I could feel all of that hype just leave the minute I bit into one. They're OKAY, as in the texture of crispy-outer- bagel-meets-chewy-inner-bagel was decent. But seriously, all of the jam or butter or lox or cheese on the planet could never save these poor little things. Why do you lie to yourself, Montreal!? WHY!? Over hyped to the extreme. And yeah yeah I know you're thinking I'm some crusty jerk that hates nice things. I assure you that I LOVE food to an often unhealthy degree. But I do want you to try these bagels. Do it. Right now. Take a big bite and then go look at yourself, alone, in the mirror and HONESTLY ask yourself if that was worth every article you've read about the "amazing Montreal bagels that even top NY bagels". St. Viateur is...an emotional experience to say the least. Enjoy!