This is not a cafe. There are no tables, cafe au laits, or wireless internet stations.
It's a friggin' bagel store. Like, you know, a bakery.
It amazes me that people want so much goddamn razzle-dazzle these days that they'll rate stars down on THE BEST FREAKIN' BAGELS IN THE UNIVERSE just because it doesn't meet their Lacoste Sportif wearing, cosmo-sipping, gentrified yuppie ideal.
Cynical New Yorkers should avoid Fairmount as well. This isn't fucking Zabar's, and the bagels aren't those puffy monsters that the Apple is so famous for.
As for me, I'll take 7 dozen sesame seed bagels to go, please.