Let’s get one thing out of the way right away: the Bagel Cafe is not some world-class deli in the mold expected by ardent Jewish food fans from Montreal to New York to Los Angeles. It doesn’t smoke it’s own fish, cure its own meat or pepper its own pastrami. The bagels, while good, lack that je ne sais quoi of a great one (not quite chewy or crunchy enough), and the reuben, while equally good, probably can’t compare with the original from Omaha, Nebraska — it being too crudely sliced and sloppy in composition.
But then there’s the chicken soup.
“Taste this,” said the Burger Maven, “it’s rich and soothing beyond belief….so good, that it’s the only thing I want when I get sick.” He was right. One sip had us almost wishing for a head cold. Big chunks o’ chicken in a serious broth studded with vegetables — it is serious soup, and an old testament to the restorative powers of slurpy sustenance.
The pecan sticky bun was nuthin’ to sneeze at either. Softball-sized and light not leaden, it was nevertheless as chock full of sugary stickiness and pecans as you could ever hope for. (As much as we love what Chris Herrin in doing at Bread & Butter, this old-school one is better.) ELV considers everything but the center of any circular-spun bun to all but worthless (for that is where all the concentrated goodness resides), but we found ourselves picking even the edges of this glazed brick of beauty until it miraculously disappeared.
The Burger Maven picked up the tap, but that reuben was $13 and the fish platter was $11 so the bill was probably around $40 for two hungry fressers.
301 North Buffalo Drive
Las Vegas, Nevada 89145