Old New York Deli & Bakery Co

Reviews about Old New York Deli & Bakery Co

• 5 / 5

  By Sarah H
  Went here for the first time, why have I not been before!?!?!? Great customer service, walk in and you can smell the goodness! I got the pumpkin cheese cake which was amazing and I can't wait to go back. The food people were eating looked and smelt so good and the rest of the pastries, bagels, etc looked good too! Can't wait to try everything!!!
  February 08, 2017
• 3 / 5

  By Ken Sherwood
  Pastrami Ruben was excellent and fries were crispy (which I like) but the pickles tasted like cucumbers. They were obviously not pickled in any traditional sense. One of the things I love about New York delis is the pickles. These don't deserve to be called pickles and they certainly don't belong on a deli plate.
  November 30, 2016
• 5 / 5

  By Sagi Porat
  One of the better options to eat in Camarillo. Simple and tasty food, new-york deli style. the only place in the US which i saw serving non-fat sugar free cheesecake :)
  November 29, 2016
• 5 / 5

  By Ellen Ansok
  Everything you want from a Deli. Great selection of bagels. Breakfast served all day. Even sandwiches and a coffee bar. If you have a small meeting and need a place to hold it, check out and reserve their Multi Use Room.
  July 29, 2016
• 5 / 5

  By Alexandro Julián
  “Have you ever seen a great horse pick a radish?” I asked dad at this restaurant. “Find out which dough is sour, then you’ll be a chicken,” dad remarked, referring to me as a horse and a chicken at the same time. I found that odd, since being at New York Bagel didn’t automatically mean I was either a chicken or a horse. It can be said that this bakery was a coffeehouse with multiple grains and sweet fries to add on to the barbeque ranch and turkey burgers, although ginger and sesame had to go with the italian balsamic rather than possibly jack cheese. In fact, almonds with a light roast here were refreshed with Dr. Brown’s soda by me when owners dined with their pet animals in a room shaded with decoration and prestige. “The ham is from those black forests in the east of our state’s winds to the point of an important pug.” Of course, I got ahead of myself. Dad had always enjoyed bagels with the scallion mark and recognized tea with a full leaf. All of Old New York Deli, coffee named after a red eye… the workers put the nut on vanilla, switching between places by the kitchen where onion was rolling away. It was additional tomato for stripping the tortilla of its roast, eating a breakfast burrito served with happiness on the side while confused over the Popeye spinach. “I can peel these spices like a banana.” I joked. “I take the bread made from hands and fruit as fresh.” Dad was relaxing at a booth of three chairs with his bagel chips, which turned out to be cooked well to the char by the time we returned with soda bottles. I also went up to the cashier with raged happiness and said, “I’ll take a full deli sandwich.” The pepper rings. A gamer was enthused from an Apple computer while two ladies barked with gusto in Spanish. “Bagels with a schmear, food of an old city far away.” I continued. “This is a cure for the bacon: add the shape of a vegetable to beef, then stir. Two pieces of bacon to a complete breakfast may be in burritos served with happiness on the side, since the city’s dreams are ceremonial food to the American privilege.” “Have you taken your meds?” asked dad, enthused with the privilege of bringing home hot dog snacks from shelves full of desserts. “Yes! I’ve also gotten sauce from a leader who’s been passing away from the crowd to a fountain with delicious tea, cheese with smoke, hand kaiser rolls, thick cuts of deli hash.” I also made compliments of the deli bakery to my dad on scrambled pastrami to my silver dollar pancakes, eating the fast dishes while fried eggs got to the breakfast nova in sure protection. We took a spicy walk, dad and me, to what the bakery had called a mammoth with red lines: a full burrito, which was being distinguished with astonishment on the part of my mom, Wendy. “There’s Wendy’s in town, mom.” We joked, and she knew her responsibility for a popular restaurant was only namesake, and we enjoyed company while a dutiful manager personally prepared actual onion rings for us. The boss recognized that the Camarillo Dream, a drink I had ordered, had its own namesake which added to the company between him and me on lettuce mixture, although he’d rather work on hand challa to french toast instead of bargaining to my mom for approved favor; his services for whole tortillas and hot chocolate became, in my “warning eyes as silk”, the indoor moods above a clean environment, the restaurant crew preparing more than their share of grilled rye and leveling dusty packets of sugar onto the customization area. During a time of vacationing and thick cuts of russian dressing, we were clearly all about happiness since Old New York Deli & Bakery through professionalism exuded on mom’s coleslaw substitution a couple of months ago, so I remember their rolls made from the scratch.
  July 16, 2016