I’m always intrigued if I get a rare chance to visit a town or city I’ve never been to. This week I had my first chance to visit Chattanooga, Tennessee. It’s a delightful spot on earth with friendly people and the Tennessee River quietly meandering through on its way to the Gulf makes it sublime.

Of course, the first order of business is to scout out the local bagel shops. Well … not many to speak of in the traditional sense and you can be sure I visited all candidates. But in an act of desperation I went to a bakery on my list and …. I surprisingly found a gem!

Niedlov’s Cafe and Bakery is not a Bagel Shop per se, but they do make their own bagels that I found surprising and delicious. But first, to the bakery part. Because it’s not a bagel shop, the bagels are relegated to a few baskets in the corner display.

Needless to say, my expectations were very low.
But in the same case was this delectable creation:

A lemon “cruffin” to-die-for, stuffed with a handmade lemon curd and the whole buttery creation melted in my hands and mouth and made quite the mess on the table and my lap and oh.my.goodness. I’d eat this every single day and each one should be a mandatory birthday present.

Sigh. OK, back to bagels. As usual I ordered one of everything, straight-up, not toasted, plain cream cheese. Disappointingly, this is how they served my bagels:

Sliced horizontally only with a little tub of cream cheese?! I tried not to be insulted, a took a deep breath, silently wondering why they couldn’t give me my schmear and slice it in half and wrap it up in bakery paper like it should be and all that, but I let it go. It’s fine. They did give me a knife. Oddly they questioned me several times whether I wanted it toasted (what?) with my response only a question (the bagels are fresh, right?), but I let that go, too. It is Chattanooga I explained to myself. But, my expectations were in the Tennessee River and headed for the Gulf.

The plain bagel was blistered, the color wasn’t right, and the crumb looked a little over proofed:

But the smell was right there, the skin had a nice thin crunch, and the chewiness was what the world looks for. The taste was amazingly complex, I didn’t detect weird sweeteners or heavy malt (clearly not, look at the color). It was chewy and moist, not dense. The size was just right. Not too big or small. I truly enjoyed this plain bagel! Well done!
But the star of the show was this everything bagel:

What sort of God’s creation is this? Generous seasoning both top and bottom. Your traditional everything seasoning but .. oh my, the aroma says there is something else! I was confused, perhaps my eyesight is worse than I thought. I closely scrutinized, trying to separate out the poppy, sesame, onion flake …. What’s that? I’m not sure but I will give my guess: fennel. Only a small amount. It doesn’t belong here for sure. My brain went into auto reset mode. If my lovely wife was here she’d know for sure. What in the hell is this? The smell however told my brain to STFU and try it. It permeated my senses. My mouth was watering. The aroma was overpowering. What wizardry is going on here?


The same thin crunch on the skin, the same chewiness and moisture. All the same as the plain. But the seasoning. At first I didn’t like it. My brain said throw it out and walk away. But I couldn’t. That fennel addition made me question everything I’ve ever known. It made me stop and appreciate differences. We shouldn’t just accept Brooklyn as the standard. Let’s open the mind for new takes, new twists.
I found something in Chattanooga that has fundamentally changed everything I know about bagels. Chattanooga. God is great, bagels are good, and people are crazy. No one visits Chattanooga but if you’re lucky enough to do so, don’t miss Niedlov’s for the best bagel … and bakery … in town.






























