The city’s most famous take-away bakery, Jewish or otherwise, never closes but there’s often a line hustling through. Watch the clerks, who are all business, slice juicy chunks of pink salt beef (pictured above) in the window, then slather it onto a beigel with pickle slices and some nostril-clearing mustard: It’s an attraction unto itself, and a must-have meal for many devotées, rich or poor. The queue moves quickly even if time doesn’t—the phone number on the sign out front still posts an area code that hasn’t been active since 2000. The patronage is a microcosm of London, ranging from bikers to hipsters to arrogant yuppies to people just scraping by. Its beigels (bi-gulls) are not as puffy or as salty as the New York “bagel” variety. Its pastries are gorgeous, too: The chocolatey fudge brownie could be nursed for hours but give you a grin for a lifetime.