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.
YIKES! sounds like a lot of fun! I'm glad the donuts were tasty.
Denise
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Posted by: Denise | August 16, 2008 at 05:39 PM