Isaac's Bagel Cafe II — Restaurant in Bloomfield

If you’re not already at the other Isaac’s, you should be at this one. Your life will improve if you get an egg sandwich here - trust me, it happened to me. Before Isaac’s, I was down on my luck. Lost my job, my wife left me, she turned the kids against me, took the dog, crashed my truck, bottle of whiskey. I was walking up Blue Hills Ave from the cemetery (I faked my death to see if anyone came to the funeral. Spoiler alert: they didn’t) and needed a bathroom to check if I had poison ivy from the bushes I was hiding in. I figured Subway had one, so I walked in. Before I could locate the restroom, a voice called out, “You look like you could use some eggs.” The lady was right. I nodded, and sat down - the poison ivy rash identification could wait. Moments later, she handed me a beautiful, golden egg sandwich. Tears flowed down my face as I ate it. It was like looking into the face of God. I could hear his voice booming, “You are now and forever the son of Isaac. Trust in him, and you will be blessed.” Suddenly, my phone rang. It was my ex-wife. Turns out, she had a tumor on her amygdala that was causing her out of character behavior, and upon its removal she felt like herself again and wanted me to move back in. She was waiting at our house with the dog and a new truck. The kids still wouldn’t talk to me, but I never liked them much anyway. They went to live with grandma. As I hung up, the phone rang again. Former president Barack Obama was on the line. He asked if he could hire me to send him memes a couple times a week. $500k salary, unlimited PTO, health benefits. I was in shock at this turn of events. Eager to return home, I turned around to ask the woman if I could get a piece of crumb cake to go, and before I could speak she said, “Check the bag.” She winked at me and vanished. I peered inside the small brown paper bag that had held the egg sandwich, my mouth agape in wonder. A large square of crumb cake was now at the bottom, and the crumbs were arranged to spell out the words, “Follow your dreams. Even if you miss, seeing is believing.” I’ll never forget those words for as...

Update....the review below was not for Isacc’s Bagel Cafe, but the restaurant that was at this same address prior. Clearly my review if that restaurant was spot on as they are no longer in business...it appears google is assigning reviews to a physical address and not the actual name of the restaurant. I think the name of the restaurant I reviewed was Terry’s ir something like that.

I went here on a Tuesday afternoon at 11:30 for lunch based on a recommendation from a resident of Bloomfield. I ordered the Italian sandwich wrap coleslaw and a medium soda. The next three people who ordered receive their food before I did. I noticed that the cook had not even started making my sandwich after the person behind me receive their food. The waitress had to remind him. It took me 10 minutes to get my order. They were not that busy. The wrap had barely any lettuce and I asked for oil and vinegar which I tasted neither of. They use low-quality Cold cuts. I had to take the ham off the sandwich because it had too much fat and sinew in the meat. I tasted a piece of provolone cheese by itself and it had zero flavor. As much as the waitress was very kind you can't run a business with a smile only. This was and will be my first and last time at this establishment. Your mileage may vary and good luck, there are far too many other options...

Great spot, excellent bagel sandwich which you cant leave in the foil, it has to breathe imho! Good parking, odd location but I don’t really understand the area…typically I’m eating meet paddies and jerk chicken boyeee! The shop has a cafe like feel, with pastry case up front, nice seating area shared with subway! Connivence store is selling all the garbage I’m opposed to: sugar tobacco, kratom? Bongs……zagnut? Solid bagel, I saw a guy eating a waffle with strawberries and from my angle I could see a flat top and the grill...