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Bruegger’s bakes up authentic New York style bagels every morning, ready to be topped with our signature made-in-Vermont cream cheese or perfect for a variety of breakfast and deli sandwiches alongside tasty sides of hashbrowns, muffins, sweets, and custom blends of hot and iced coffee. Breakfast & lunch catering is available by ordering online. In a hurry? Order Ahead using the Bruegger’s mobile app.
Cafe/bakery chain preparing small-batch, New York-style bagels, plus breakfast & lunch sandwiches.
Hours
| Sunday | 6 AM–2 PM |
| Monday | 6 AM–7 PM |
| Tuesday | 6 AM–2 PM |
| Wednesday | 6 AM–2 PM |
| Thursday | 6 AM–2 PM |
| Friday | 6 AM–2 PM |
| Saturday | 6 AM–2 PM |
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Vivek Patel
I had a fantastic experience at this bagel shop! I had the vegetarian sandwich, and it was absolutely delicious – fresh, flavorful, and packed with tasty ingredients. The bagels were amazing too; I grabbed a few to take home, and they were just as good the next day. The staff was friendly, and the atmosphere was warm and inviting. If you’re in the area, this place is definitely worth a visit for both a great meal and to stock up on some of the best bagels around! Highly recommend!
… moreAl Muniz
Stopped in for a quick bite before visiting Yale with my son who just loves bagels. There was a fresh batch of bagel coming out of the pizza oven and WOW what an aroma! It was the closest thing to heaven. My son had a bacon egg on bagel and I had to sample the everything with cream cheese and chives with fresh coffee. Yum! That’s it! The staff was warm and friendly. Looks like they do advance ordering and have a dedicated pickup area. Street parking is metered.
… moreStephen Polauf
Great selection of bagels and condiments. I have yet to find a better shop for bagels and coffee. They are also outstanding at coffee. The caramel iced latte is one of the best around. Sometimes, service can be inconsistent, and menu items seem to vanish. Infrequent enough to warrant a single-star demerit.
… moreCleveland Solomon
Please do not purchase gift cards because we purchase a gift card and only used it once, their system been down for a month, I was given one sandwich once at no charge and return to order and system was down again. I was told that I have to pay for sandwich even though my card still have money. It appears the upper management has no solution for this issue when your purchase gift card and can not use it. Save your self the headache and do not purchase gift cards if is not working and refuse to refund money. Several calls were made to district manager with no answering service or voicemail indicating whom you have reach. Good bagel but bad upper management at the New Haven CT store. I am not sure if the investors would want their investments being manage poorly which in turn leads to a bad investment because of poor management. I left with out breast sandwich even letting the Supervisor guy know I was hungry and is a regular customer. In these situation you have to support the local coffee and sandwich shops whom are invested in the community to build good relationship with their customers and resolve issues in a timely manner especially when it comes to food I would ASAP.
… moreChristian Vrbek
Very nice location close to the Yale University. Bagel was ok, nothing more. Definitely far away from the New York Bagels. Dont compare this bagels with the bagels from NYC.
For a quick stop it’s ok.
… moreFor a quick stop it’s ok.
Brandon Lewis
The location and service were very nice and pleasant ! Unfortunately, the food was disappointing. I received the Herby Turkey bagel with basically no turkey. I had to squint and use my imagination to taste and see the turkey. I hope this can be improved in the near future.
Edit: The customer service team did provide a refund for my dissatisfaction. I appreciate the responsiveness
… moreEdit: The customer service team did provide a refund for my dissatisfaction. I appreciate the responsiveness
Patrick Bateman
I find myself in New Haven on a Tuesday morning. The city has a certain… grimy desperation to it, a palpable lack of ambition in the faces of the students and faculty shuffling past. I need something precise. Something clean. My usual espresso and mineral water regimen feels insufficient. I notice a sign: Bruggers Bagels. The font is acceptable. Unpretentious. I decide to venture in.
The first thing that strikes me is the smell. It’s not the cloying, saccharine aroma of a Cinnabon or the greasy fog of a donut shop. This is different. This is a warm, yeasty, profoundly honest scent. It smells of grain and heat and simple, perfect transformation. It’s the smell of flour and water achieving a higher purpose. For a moment, it’s almost overwhelming. I stand just inside the door, my knuckles white on the handle of my briefcase, and simply… inhale. My therapist would be fascinated. Or perhaps appalled.
The staff is a study in efficiency. A young man with clear, untroubled eyes asks for my order. There is no unnecessary chatter. No “How’s your day going?” or forced, vacant smiling. He simply waits, his posture indicating a understanding of his role. I order a sesame bagel, toasted, with plain cream cheese. A simple test. He pivots, selects a bagel with a pair of tongs—his movements are economical, devoid of wasted motion—and places it in the toaster. He doesn’t fumble. He doesn’t sigh. It’s… impressive.
When I receive the bagel, it is perfect. The toasting is even, a uniform golden-brown. The cream cheese is applied with a spartan thickness, reaching to within a millimeter of the crust, but not spilling over. There is a geometric satisfaction to it. I take a seat at a clean, laminate table.
The first bite is a revelation. The exterior shatters with a crisp, resonant crackle that is deeply pleasing. The interior is dense, chewy, but not stubborn—it yields with a satisfying tension. The flavor is profound, wheaty, with the nutty punctuation of the sesame seeds. It is, without question, the best bagel I have ever encountered. Better than any in Manhattan. Far superior to the overpriced, underbaked offerings near my office.
As I eat, methodically, I feel a peculiar sensation. It’s not hunger, and it’s not the familiar thrum of controlled aggression. It’s something else. A sort of… quietude. A calm. For the duration of this bagel, the usual static in my head—the constant comparisons, the critical assessments of every person and object in my field of vision—it simply… ceases. There is only the bagel. The texture. The smell. The taste.
It’s unsettling. I almost feel… something. A flicker of what might be, in a less disciplined individual, contentment. Perhaps even a fragment of joy. The feeling is so alien it borders on distressing. I have to check my reflection in the window to ensure my face is still my own.
I finish the bagel. I meticulously wipe my fingers with a napkin. I place my tray on the designated rack. As I walk out, back into the dissonance of the city, I feel the static slowly returning. But for a few minutes, in Bruggers Bagels, I was… close to peace. It was that good. I may have to return tomorrow. I need to see if the effect is reproducible.
… moreThe first thing that strikes me is the smell. It’s not the cloying, saccharine aroma of a Cinnabon or the greasy fog of a donut shop. This is different. This is a warm, yeasty, profoundly honest scent. It smells of grain and heat and simple, perfect transformation. It’s the smell of flour and water achieving a higher purpose. For a moment, it’s almost overwhelming. I stand just inside the door, my knuckles white on the handle of my briefcase, and simply… inhale. My therapist would be fascinated. Or perhaps appalled.
The staff is a study in efficiency. A young man with clear, untroubled eyes asks for my order. There is no unnecessary chatter. No “How’s your day going?” or forced, vacant smiling. He simply waits, his posture indicating a understanding of his role. I order a sesame bagel, toasted, with plain cream cheese. A simple test. He pivots, selects a bagel with a pair of tongs—his movements are economical, devoid of wasted motion—and places it in the toaster. He doesn’t fumble. He doesn’t sigh. It’s… impressive.
When I receive the bagel, it is perfect. The toasting is even, a uniform golden-brown. The cream cheese is applied with a spartan thickness, reaching to within a millimeter of the crust, but not spilling over. There is a geometric satisfaction to it. I take a seat at a clean, laminate table.
The first bite is a revelation. The exterior shatters with a crisp, resonant crackle that is deeply pleasing. The interior is dense, chewy, but not stubborn—it yields with a satisfying tension. The flavor is profound, wheaty, with the nutty punctuation of the sesame seeds. It is, without question, the best bagel I have ever encountered. Better than any in Manhattan. Far superior to the overpriced, underbaked offerings near my office.
As I eat, methodically, I feel a peculiar sensation. It’s not hunger, and it’s not the familiar thrum of controlled aggression. It’s something else. A sort of… quietude. A calm. For the duration of this bagel, the usual static in my head—the constant comparisons, the critical assessments of every person and object in my field of vision—it simply… ceases. There is only the bagel. The texture. The smell. The taste.
It’s unsettling. I almost feel… something. A flicker of what might be, in a less disciplined individual, contentment. Perhaps even a fragment of joy. The feeling is so alien it borders on distressing. I have to check my reflection in the window to ensure my face is still my own.
I finish the bagel. I meticulously wipe my fingers with a napkin. I place my tray on the designated rack. As I walk out, back into the dissonance of the city, I feel the static slowly returning. But for a few minutes, in Bruggers Bagels, I was… close to peace. It was that good. I may have to return tomorrow. I need to see if the effect is reproducible.
Nancy MR
The bagels are so delicious full of flavor and fresh. The cream cheese options are super delicious, the almond honey one is one of my favorite. Staff is very friendly and often very welcoming.
… moreJacques Rossignol
This is how they cut my bagels this morning. Once toasted, the top was just a bagel crisp and the other half wouldn’t fit in the toaster. Someone needs to learn their job.
… moreJanis Mahnure
Casual seating but mediocre bagels at best. The bagels were smaller than I anticipated. Especially the lox bagel for almost $10, it felt kind of small. Taste was alright but nothing amazing. Coffee was just okay. Hashbrown bagel was better.
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