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I'm in a Doughnut State of Mind
Peter Pan in Greenpoint (Manhattan Ave. between Norman and Meserole). As soon as I moved to Greenpoint friends told me I had to try this place. They were spot on - the donuts are fresh and super tasty. I'm a cake doughnut girl myself, but the few raised ones I've had have been perfectly light and delicious. The doughnuts at most Polish bakeries in Greenpoint aren't half bad, either.
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STEINGARTEN AND I HEAR THE DINNER BELL!
Last year, I moved to New York shortly before my birthday. It proved to be a truly awful birthday - I had to wake up at 5 am to dress up as the Pillsbury Doughboy (no joke!) for a temp job. Coming to New York seemed like the biggest mistake of my life: what city could be worth the humiliation I'd just suffered through? Then my roommate gave me a birthday present - a copy of Robert Sietsema's Food Lovers Guide to the Best Ethnic Eating in New York City. I started flipping through the chapters, and I think I just about read the whole thing cover to cover that night. Sietsema introduced me to the city as a collection of edible jewels, to be sought out and prized, there for the brave diner to seek out and enjoy. I found several listings for eateries in my own neightborhood of Crown Heights, and a few days later I made my way to AA Bake & Doubles to try the cheap Trinidadian chickpea sandwiches known as doubles. Thanks to Sietsema, I knew I that "doubles" applies even if one is only buying a single sandwich ("I'll have a doubles, please"), and I felt at ease in the tiny storefront even as I stood out like a sore thumb. But on a larger scale, I knew that I was in the right place, that the sacrifices I would make to survive in New York would be well worth it. A year later, whenever I feel frustrated or dispirited by a crowded train or the sight of another Starbucks, I pull out that slim yellow book and set off, in person or in my mind, to try the best dish I've never heard of.
I'm in a Doughnut State of Mind
Peter Pan in Greenpoint (Manhattan Ave. between Norman and Meserole). As soon as I moved to Greenpoint friends told me I had to try this place. They were spot on - the donuts are fresh and super tasty. I'm a cake doughnut girl myself, but the few raised ones I've had have been perfectly light and delicious. The doughnuts at most Polish bakeries in Greenpoint aren't half bad, either.
I'm in a Doughnut State of Mind
I was reading these comments about donuts. Its funny because I grew up going to this small place in Pa. Its called Bird in Hand located in Lancaster Pa. They have the most amazing donuts . Not much of a sweet eater but love certain sweets. I grew up getting glazed donuts of Creme filled. They are light and fluffy and fresh. The best thing is they do not keep things over a day old. I have went to a lot of different places in Manhattan and have found that some of the food is not fresh. But as far as Crispy Creme I only like the Glazed off the press.
STEINGARTEN AND I HEAR THE DINNER BELL!
This unanswerable question's answer is Calvin Trillin. A man who lures his daughter back from California with bagels, who enlists his wife's Chinese students to decipher the Chinatown menus, who refuses to ever dine at "le maison de la casa house", who taught us how to pack a proper airplane meal, is a man who deserves his place in the Pantheon. He discovered American cuisine while it was learning to crawl. Nothing has been the same since.
In a time when food writing is bursting with more talent than the '27 Yankees, we must honor the Ur-men: Ruth. Escoffier. Trillin.
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Why in the world did I skip going into the office that day?
Cookshop usually has some nice donuts made from scratch in the mornings on weekends. You can skip the big brunch and just order a couple of those and some coffee. I've seen chocolate chip there, and jelly. They tend to run out before the late brunch crowd even gets there.
But the best donut I had recently was a cinnamon donut from a farm stand on Sound Ave out on the North Fork... Fifty cents. Just made.
It's probably a good thing we're in a donut dark age here in NYC. If we ever get ready access to great donuts, we're doomed.
STEINGARTEN AND I HEAR THE DINNER BELL!
In spite of both my foodie and former New Yorker / food industry-insider status, the NY Times restaurant reviews always made me feel like an outsider. So the hiring of Frank Bruni by the Times was long-overdue fresh air. Heâs a fantastic, entertaining writer, though to me his success is because he writes like someone with a regular person's palate. He loves both high-end and low-end food. His words arenât high-falutin, theyâre real. As a reader, you sense he's one of us, not above us. As such, he's made fine dining suddenly accessible to all. That's why he rocks.
I'm in a Doughnut State of Mind
thanks for this great posting on donuts.
i too have noticed the disappearance of donuts. there was that great "old fashioned donuts" on the SE corner of Lexington and E. 86th street (which closed about a year ago) and also the 24hr "Coffee Shop" that sold donuts at the SE corner of 8th Avenue and 23rd street (which closed about six years ago). when those places were open i would eat two donuts a day.
have you tried the donuts at Cupcake Cafe? their cake donuts are good (they at times have pumpkin) though their jelly donuts can be too thick with bread.
eli zabar's on madison avenue and 80th street sells an excellent jelly donut. so does cafe sabarsky on SE corner of 5th Avenue and 86th street - which i have had w/ an apricot filling.
but the best jelly donut for me that i can't pass up if i see them in the window is at this small polish grocery store w/ the purple awning in the middle of block on 1st Avenue between 6th & 7th street (western side). they seem to be made of challah and w/ a smudge of raspberry jam in it. YUM!
I'm in a Doughnut State of Mind
Nothing beats the Round Rock Doughnut from the Lone Star Bakery in Round Rock, TX. Now this may seem like a treck, but when people line up beginning at 3AM every single day just to try the freakishly yellow batter (organic eggs and tons of them in the batter), it says something.
I'm in a Doughnut State of Mind
The only kind of donut I crave is the cider donut.
Thank god I work by Union Square where, in the fall, they can be had on any Greenmarket day, trucked down from my home turf of Upstate NY.
They're dense, cakey and coated in sugar and cinnamon.
I buy a bag of them, and a quart of cider, then I let the donuts sit out for 24 hours so they get a little bit stale.
Finally, I cut them in half (like a bagel) and toast them (in a toaster oven) so that the sugar gets a little caramelized. Then I pull them out while still warm and dunk them in some cider, and then I stuff them in my mouth as if I haven't eaten in a week.
Pure autumnal bliss.
I'm in a Doughnut State of Mind
mr. levine:
where did you learn about this georgie's donut?
keep on finding those new (york) eats for me.
love to the family and still remember your college jazzy friend who eats peas with a knife. and, we could have been contenders as "blood" managers.
kindest personal regards from a former new york resident with a son at your "graduate" alma mater, mr. fishel
I'm in a Doughnut State of Mind
I've lived in NYC for more than 20 years, but hail from Western NY (or, as many of you natives insist on calling it, "Upstate NY). In Western NY, donuts aren't fancy, and they aren't "ironic". And they're a heck of a lot better than they are in New York City.
A friend of mine once speculated that a place can be either a "donut town" or a "bagel town." Sounded good in theory, but how many places other than NYC are really bagel towns? Still another friend of mine in Maine once observed that to truly "get" heavy and fried things such as donuts, it helps if the town is predominantly Christian and blue collar. I actually agreed with that, even though I love donuts and am a white-collar Jew. But, I was pretty much the only Jew in the blue-collar town where I grew up.
I'm in a Doughnut State of Mind
It's not in nyc, but for my calories, the doughnuts in Woodbury, CT at Dottie's Diner (formerly known as Phillips) are the real deal. I was turned on to them by the "Road Food" folks. They are absolutely worth the trip - both chocolate frosted or cinnamon sugar. They are cake doughnuts. Fried to a nice deep mahogany and crisp, with a (somehow) creamy melt in your mouth quality. They use nice chocolate, too.
I'm in a Doughnut State of Mind
Try the doughnuts at bouchon bakery. On Friday and Saturday only around 11:30 or 12 the doughnuts come out to the retail window. They are made of the same dough as the ones served at Per Se, however they only make a jelly filled and a boston creme type.
I'm in a Doughnut State of Mind
ed,
the donuts at babbo are to die for. i guess you can consider them kinda fancypants, but $9 for 3 i think with amazing dipping sauces (chocolate and two others), it's not too bad. and they're hot and delicious.
I'm in a Doughnut State of Mind
Ed, I couldn't agree with you more...I find the doughnuts at the Donut Plant way too big ,dense and doughy with a burnt almost bitter after taste...The toppings are wonderful but overwhlmed by the dough...The funny thing is the accessories are usually better than the donuts...Coffee, juices and when they make rolls, they are excellent.
For me , give me those little hole in the wall donut shops that you used to find by subway entrances in days gone by...
PS. And dont forget the old Horn & Hardarts sugar donut...Heaven...
I'm in a Doughnut State of Mind
The New York Times - April 25, 1997
Doughnut Review; Ah, Those Nuances of Sugar and Grease
By RUTH REICHL
I like doughnuts as much as the next person, but eating eight or nine in a row is not my idea of a good time.
So here I am facing two huge boxes of Krispy Kreme doughnuts, a box of Dunkin' Donuts and two boxes of Georgie's. I stare at them, trying to figure out if the boxes can tell me anything. Oddly, they can: The Dunkins are sort of thrown into the box willy-nilly, but the Krispy Kremes come in long, flat boxes, each doughnut lying flat, not even touching. Georgie's, in their plain white box neatly tied with string, have an appealingly old-fashioned look.
Which shall I try first? The jelly doughnuts made by Georgie's look the most appealing, very plain, brown and round. I take one bite. It is so light, warm and delicious that I take another. And a third. Imagine, I think to myself, how great this would be if the doughnut were filled with really good jam instead of this clear red, insipid jelly.
On to the jelly doughnut made by Krispy Kreme. It looks totally different: It is smaller, rounder and covered with a thick dusting of powdered sugar. There is quite a lot of spiced blueberry jam inside, and it is not too sweet. Not bad, I think, but it would be better if the powdered sugar tasted less like chalk.
After those two the jelly doughnut made by Dunkin' Donuts is pretty hard to take. It looks different from the others: Larger, flatter and covered with a faint dusting of plain sugar. The dough is rather dense, the jelly more sweet than anything else. I take one bite and my mouth fills with the taste of grease. I am not tempted to take another.
Now for the glazed doughnuts. Georgie's is quite dark, with a crinkly coating of glaze. The dough is light and fluffy, filled with little pockets of air. It feels nice in the mouth and leaves behind a faint, pleasant taste of vanilla.
The Krispy Kreme glazed doughnut is a close second. Very round, it is slightly smaller and much lighter in color. The top is shiny with glaze. The dough is light and leaves a not unpleasant taste of oil.
The Dunkin' Donuts shop could not come up with any glazed doughnuts this morning, so we are making do with the vanilla one. It is big and quite dense, although I notice that when you remove the icing the doughnut itself is not very sweet. If this were the only doughnut around you might actually want to eat it, but in this company it is definitely an also-ran.
I am embarrassed to say that, even after eating all these doughnuts, I find it hard to resist taking one final bite of a Georgie's jelly doughnut. If these doughnuts were sold on corner coffee carts the people of New York would be a whole lot heavier.
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Last year, I moved to New York shortly before my birthday. It proved to be a truly awful birthday - I had to wake up at 5 am to dress up as the Pillsbury Doughboy (no joke!) for a temp job. Coming to New York seemed like the biggest mistake of my life: what city could be worth the humiliation I'd just suffered through? Then my roommate gave me a birthday present - a copy of Robert Sietsema's Food Lovers Guide to the Best Ethnic Eating in New York City. I started flipping through the chapters, and I think I just about read the whole thing cover to cover that night. Sietsema introduced me to the city as a collection of edible jewels, to be sought out and prized, there for the brave diner to seek out and enjoy. I found several listings for eateries in my own neightborhood of Crown Heights, and a few days later I made my way to AA Bake & Doubles to try the cheap Trinidadian chickpea sandwiches known as doubles. Thanks to Sietsema, I knew I that "doubles" applies even if one is only buying a single sandwich ("I'll have a doubles, please"), and I felt at ease in the tiny storefront even as I stood out like a sore thumb. But on a larger scale, I knew that I was in the right place, that the sacrifices I would make to survive in New York would be well worth it. A year later, whenever I feel frustrated or dispirited by a crowded train or the sight of another Starbucks, I pull out that slim yellow book and set off, in person or in my mind, to try the best dish I've never heard of.