Atlanta mornings carry their own split personality. In town, joggers and commuters drift off the BeltLine and queue at Emerald City Bagels, the air thick with coffee steam and the scent of dough pulling from the oven.
North of the city, BB’s Bagels holds its ground in Alpharetta, where suburban crowds form a steady tide, treating the shop like a community anchor. Each place swears by its chew, its schmear, its claim to authenticity. I tried both and understood the argument.
Press from Bon Appétit and Condé Nast may stir debate, but breakfast here is worth every detour.
Old-School Boiling Techniques At Emerald City
Step into Emerald City and the energy hits first: clatter from the kitchen, steam curling through the air, and trays of bagels glistening as they emerge from the oven…