Perhaps I’ve been spoiled by growing up around Hungarian women who make a treat called Farsangi fánk, which is what I consider to be the perfect doughnut. Sprinkled with powdered sugar, it is a thin shell of sweet bread that is warm inside and nearly melts in your mouth. Its more than just that circular shaped sugar bread that looks 10 times better than it tastes, at Dunkin Donuts.
This may be why I’ve spent nearly every morning this week stopping off at The Doughnut Plant.
The damn place is an adorably retro looking space filled mainly with racks and contraptions that i imagine could only be necessary for making doughnuts. It is in a corner of a strip of sad looking shops, and a photography shop that conveniently also repairs shoes. Its across the street from a housing project. If that scares you away from it, then good. You don’t deserve to indulge in a vanilla glazed doughnut, or a strawberry glaze made with real berries, or a square jelly doughnut dipped in a peanut butter melted sugar coating creating what is essentially a Peanut Butter & Jelly doughnut.
- A big bonus: their decent coffee.
- A slight draw back:the price. I believe the treats are 2.75 a hole.
All photos of Doughnut Plants 'nuts were taken by Chloe Rice