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It was a cold crisp morning. We awoke at 6:45am to make the trek to Canton for this long awaited bagel. We knew, due to its virality, that they sell out daily. Thus, we had to get there first thing. Bundled up, with hope in our eyes and nothing in our stomach, we began the perilous journey through downtown Baltimore. We arrive to a full bakery, but no line. A good sign. The smell of garlic and cinnamon sugar filled up the air. We ordered- one crab dip bagel, one ham and cheese croissant, and one crème brulee tart. But oh, did we want to order more. They asked if they could warm them up, a tantalizing offer we couldn’t refuse. But we knew, we had to wait until we got home to devour all this goodness. With a strong will and discipline, we made it through the drive back without even opening the bag. Once inside and free of the shackles of the bra, we cut in. Still warm, still beautiful. First, we started with the bagel. We had to. Stuffed to the brim with crab dip. It was fluffy, it was savory, it was cheesy. Dense but somehow also light. Seasoned beautifully. Enough old bay to make any Baltimorean smile. It had bits of corn, small chunks of crab. Pre-cut to make it easier to rip. A crisp outside maintaining a soft gooey center. We ate it in 1 minute, Leia (our dog) at our feet praying either one of us drop dead at that second so that she could savor a crumb. The ham and cheese croissant, lovely. Not too much ham, just enough cheese. And finally, the creme brûlée tart. Perfectly crispy. Not too sweet. The crust you want on any crème brûlée. The right ending to our journey.