We're super excited to introduce guest blogger Soho Do-Ho, one of Do-Ho's favorite writers and partners-in-crime. We look forward to her next (alcohol-induced) post. Interested in guest blogging? We'd love to hear from you!
Some people take a keen interest in international affairs. Or the economy. Or the plight of the disadvantaged. I, too, have a very specific passion. I like to read, nay, memorize, articles about the best junk food in New York City. Whether it's the Times' round-up of truck vendors (OK, it turns out those are mostly making gourmet fare) or New York magazines discussion of pizza, or Chowhounds breakdown on hot dogs, I'm there. A favorite bar game? Give me an intersection and I can tell you the nearest "Best" fatty food. So when Do Ho first asked me to review a New York City donut establishment, I thought Finally. Get paid for my knowledge. Then she told me I'd be writing for free. OK, still it's an excuse to eat donuts. For the betterment of donut-seekers everywhere.
I'd already memorized an entire article on the best donuts in New York City. So imagine my delight when one boozy evening the hubs and I stumbled across The Donut Pub. With a name combining Donut and Pub, how could I have missed it before?
The joint was humble. Fluorescent lights buzzed above me as I perused the selection. No 'organic milled wheat' to be found or 'locally-sourced lingonberries.' No ironic-hipster servers, no gluten-free-donut-artisans clogging about. A couple guys waiting for you to order already. Donuts that perhaps sported locally-sourced lard. My kinda place.
I went for this jaunty number for its cheerful complexity: a glaze of white, marbled with chocolate, and instead of a hole, a useless hole, a generous glob of cherries immersed in cherry goop. Just what a four-margarita-buzz demanded. And it delivered. Every tooth, every internal organ that wasn't ready for this thing just had to buckle up. We enjoyed the ride.
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