Bagel Mercato

I call at 8;15am for a breakfast delivery. I am told ‘Right Away’. 9;30am and still not delivery. I call and am told. «Sorry we have no delivery guy here right now». So, they do not call the customer back and let them know that, or let them know when you actually put the order in. I’m done with this place.

After the delivery order was placed and confirmed they call twenty minutes later saying they’ll ‘only deliver if I drive out and meet their driver’?? Huh? I thought something was lost in translation here so I was hoping to talk to someone else but they just said sorry and hung up? So strange.

Great place, great food especially for an area where quality food is hard to come by.

I had the mercato salad and pastrami panini. Very fresh ingredients and the interior is adorable! Just thing that Bay Street was missing.

I’m not good at keeping secrets when it comes to good food places. So I’m telling you, you have to visit the @bagelmercato. This is the kind of sleek, trendy café that you expect to find in West Village or Soho. But the owners have decided to fix that with serving delicious breakfast and lunch items on Bay St #statenisland and we sure are glad they did!

Love Bagel Mercato! Food is always fresh and tastes great. Their delivery is super quick and their customer service is excellent. Favorite bagel place… Wish they were open on Sundayssss!!!

I love their coffee! Stopped by here a few times over the last few months and had great coffee. This morning my ice coffee was delish. I love when you walk into a friendly place. I felt like I was a part of cheers! Bagels are delish and handed to me with a smile and have a great day, not to mention the 2 owners are pretty handsome. LOL! If that makes a difference to anyone. I give them a 2 thumbs up.

I’ve been ordering online from here for awhile now, but Saturday was the first time I actually went in the store. Love it !! The owner is so nice the food is great ! The bagels are Brooklyn Bagels! The same bagels from the place across the street from Scarpaci’s on 86^th and 14^th ave. Its a great lil bagel place on bay street with great ambiance !

So here I am early for the first time in my life for anything and it happens to be the Staten Island Ferry (It’s a long story). I ask the pretty young girl behind the counter at the ticket office where I can get something good to eat. She replies in a heavy Staten Island accent «You GODDA try BAGEL MAKKADO, it’s right THEA on Bay SHTREET» I wasn’t really sure what to expect but it was a nice spring day and I decided to take the short walk.
Did she say Bay Street? Is this really Staten Island? It looks like it belongs in Paris or London or even SOHO. This place is immaculate and the décor from the outside is very inviting. The smell when the door opened in front of me nearly knocked me over. I went from moderately hungry to famished and starving. I was salivating like a blood thirsty pit bull. I could smell the butter nestling into the doughy goodness of the crusty warm muffins. I was welcomed by a very kind and courteous staff. They were fawning over my every move while I checked out what they had to offer. They were all presented so neat and clean I had to snap a picture for my fellow Unilocalers. I kept looking outside to make sure I was in Staten Island.
While I waited for my food I ordered a coffee with cream (Yes they have cream, actual, real cream, not a half and half impostor or some non dairy chemical nonsense sugar free hazelnut gross muck) Which immediately gave me that lovely rush of regularity that only the finest fresh ground strong coffee can give. I soon ventured into the bathroom which was absolutely immaculate. A lot is to be said about bathroom cleanliness.
I came out to everything I ordered being ready and waiting for me. (Don’t you love when that happens?) I ordered my special omelet, brie pear and honey (I was pleasantly surprised they were able to accommodate my order) and a side of their «Texas Toast». What’s Texas Toast?, I asked, the young man assured me I had to try it, so I did. An omelet to an average hack seems like a fairly easy simple thing but it is not. The chef prepared my omelet so the eggy envelope was fluffy yet silky and ever so lightly clad in salty butter as the gentle fragrance of the pears and brie tangoed up to my nose. Omelet nirvana! The Texas toast was flaky on the outside warm and moist on the inside. Im glad I tried it. I sat back and watched the happy crowd come in and out and noticed a panini being prepared behind the counter. I was so impressed with my omelet I ordered a panini to go for myself and a chilled oatmeal with vanilla soy, honey, blue berries and strawberries for a friend who couldn’t believe my text explanation of my breakfast experience.
I walk back to the ferry I feel satisfied but considering all I ate not overly stuffed. When I get back to the other island (Manhattan) I meet my friend and unwillingly hand over this cold oatmeal special. The reviews were so good on the oatmeal that this manhattanite said they would be willing to take the ferry the other way for breakfast. Can you imagine? FYI He has now incorporated this into his schedule 3 times a week.
Its now 11:30 am. I’ve been wanting to attack this panini for about 45 minutes now. I ordered the chicken mozzarella with roasted peppers field greens and pesto sauce. I put it in the oven just to heat it up again. The pesto sauce found its way into every valley of that panini while the roasted peppers added another layer to this multi dimensional paradigm of sandwich euphoria.
Im going back