Perch at Jim Thorpe — Restaurant in Mahoning Township

There are few experiences in life as surreal as watching the basic act of procuring breakfast descend into something that can only be described as performance art in mismanagement. My tale begins innocently enough—a quick breakfast with the lad. Foolishly optimistic, as it turns out.

After a full hour of waiting, during which I contemplated the quiet absurdity of life itself, I was informed that not only was the bagel flavor I had requested now out of stock, but all other backup flavors were gone as well. Not a word of this was shared during the long wait. Merely an offhand remark that felt more like a punchline to a cruel joke. The staff, it seems, had fully embraced the role of indifferent spectators, offering just a vacant stare and a subtle air of “We had online orders.”

Mind you, the phones rang in vain, as the staff stood resolute in their refusal to acknowledge them, as if they were delicate artifacts from some forgotten era. And yet, the scene became almost theatrical, with frustrated customers arriving in person, their faces etched with bewilderment of those who had been repeatedly ignored, demanded to know why their calls are being ignored. Parents struggled to console screaming children. And the booth I sat in was a veritable tableau of neglect; crumbs and beard hair or what was the resemblance of pubic hair.

To complete this farce, the owners—true masters of deflection—are known to greet criticism not with an apology, but with scorn, as though the real problem lies not in their gross inefficiency but in the audacity of customers who dare to expect service. A fascinating stance, really. Read the reviews for yourself.

And then, there was the muffin. My partner, who had the misfortune of ordering this small, overpriced tragedy, was presented with a $10 dry, crumbly brick masquerading as baked goods. For ten dollars, one expects a muffin with at least a passing resemblance to moisture. Alas, it was not to be. (Perhaps this explains the crumb-obsessed booth). Furthermore, his hot breakfast sandwich that contained only 3 ingredients was cold by the time it was retrieved from the amusingly understaffed kitchen.

So, if you seek a breakfast experience that involves waiting an hour for nothing, dodging the wails of children, and witnessing an impromptu gathering of the ignored, all while being treated with utter indifference, you’ve found your culinary home. For the rest of us, I’d recommend seeking nourishment elsewhere—perhaps in a place where answering the phone and offering edible food aren’t considered...

Let me see here. I'll describe my experience(s) with the word disappointment. I've ordered several times from here and the majority of my orders have resulted in botched orders. I recently tried to order a buffalo chicken wrap with lettuce, tomato, onions, and blue cheese. I explained it to the worker 3 times. What did I receive? I received a buffalo chicken wrap with hot peppers. There were no lettuce, tomato, onions or blue cheese on my wrap. I called Bagel Bunch and explained what happened. They informed me that the sandwich would be replaced. I asked if I should save the sandwich to give back to them. The worker said I could throw the sandwich away, which I did. Hot peppers are not good for my health. I then received a call back, guessing from a manager, requesting the sandwich be returned. I explained that the sandwich was thrown away. The worker then asked me to pull the sandwich out of the garbage. I explained that it was unsanitary to do so and I would not do it. The worker then said, well I'll call you back once I figure this out. I didn't receive a call back, the sandwich was replaced though. Once again it was incorrect, no onions or bluecheese. I was disappointed and sad. I just paid 11 dollars for a wrap and small fries and didn't receive a satisfactory order. I will no longer donate my patronage to this establishment. It is obvious customer's orders are not taken seriously. If an establishment wants to charge outrageous prices, then the service MUST be outrageously good. If I want Varsity Level food, I must look elsewhere. Best of...

"Perch at Jim Thorpe: An Everest of Flavors, One Bagel at a Time!"

When it comes to culinary satisfaction, "Perch at Jim Thorpe" is not just another bagel shop – it's a circular Mecca for flavor pilgrims far and wide. With bagel sandwiches so generously loaded, they challenge the laws of physics, this quaint shop proves that the best things in life are, indeed, ring-shaped.

Their menu reads like a dream sequence from a carbohydrate lover's diary, offering a smorgasbord of bagel-borne delights.

What elevates Perch beyond just their bagel-based bonanza is their unwavering commitment to quality. Each ingredient sings a fresh melody, and their bagels are a testament to the magic of water, yeast, and heat. You're not just biting into a bagel; you're sinking your teeth into a craft honed by time and passion.

Add in a delightful, homey atmosphere, with staff that make you feel like you've stepped into a friend's kitchen rather than a commercial enterprise. Their warmth is just the perfect side to the bagel feast. If hospitality were a sport, these guys would be Olympic gold medalists!

In a nutshell, "Perch at Jim Thorpe" isn't just a bagel sandwich shop; it's a shrine to the glorious union of bread and fillings. They serve up love, laughter, and darned good bagels! Visit once, and I assure you, you'll be...