(NYC) Superlatives

My feet were blistering in inappropriate shoes; the ninety degree weather was forcing sweat down my face; knowing the subway but ignorant of the bus system I had walked about thirty blocks and all I could think was 'this had better be the best goddamned doughnut I have ever eaten in my life.'

Fortunately, it was. 

Everything anyone has ever told you about The Doughtnut Plant is spectacularly true.  I don't even like cake doughnuts.  But this hole in the wall, smaller than a college dorm room, hidden away next to a raft of grungy-looking kosher restaurants between the Chinese and frum sections of lower Manhattan is indeed the holy grail for holed dessert seekers.  It is rare that I try chocolate and non-chocolate varities of something and find the non-chocolate undeniably better, but the tres leches doughnut....  The tres leches doughnut was a pillowy conduit for the gust of sweet milk between the center and the crust.  the Valhrona chocolate blackout doughnut likewise supported a layer of melty chocolate on top of a layer of the typically dry (in a good way) dark chocolate cake. 

I recommend the  bus if you try to get there yourself.  If you are lucky there will be a crew of bantering locals, or at the very least throw a kind word to the counterperson. 

Comments

[Denise]

YIKES! sounds like a lot of fun! I'm glad the donuts were tasty.

Denise
http://winefoodpairing.blogspot.com