For me Brick Lane is memory lane, although I’m not sure how much I remember surrounding the late nights culminating in a trip to the bagel shop – apart from the bagels and collecting next day’s Sunday papers from around the corner, before going home and eventually to bed.
Anyway, over the last thirty years Brick Lane has changed, the curry shops have table cloths and Marco Pierre White is muscling in at the southern end; pasta not curry. But the bagel shops are still there; one with a queue, one without – one with salt beef please, one with salmon and cream cheese.