My name is Andie and I’m an east coast baby.
I was born with a Donut just meant for Dunkin’
In and around Massachusetts,
boy oh boy,
there are some donuts to be had.
Had and loved and crumbled in between sips of steaming coffee.
Cake or yeast-risen, all perfectly puffed and fried. They’re glassy with a dipping of sweet sugar syrup or crystallized in cinnamon sugar, snowy with coconut, or frosted thickly with chocolate and rainbow sprinkles.
The first place was Top Pot Doughnuts, a Seattle favorite. Their donuts are honking and lusty. They’re shattery and tan on the outside but so soft-centered, so billowy inside. Each donut is the size of a bagel, overfilled with creams and jellies, and so rich you’re sure a sugar coma is promptly on her way.
The second place, a truck- so appropriate in the Pacific Northwest food landscape,
is on the corner of 2nd and Pike.
This parked pop-up freshly fries and serves silver dollar sized donuts in deep, parchment-lined bowls. Flavors are unique and inspired- you can choose among a dusting of cardamom and zingy ginger, cinnamon-sugar, flakes of coconut, a drizzle of chocolate or caramel, a smattering of vanilla pudding, and even crushed candy, like Nerds.
My friend, Karlyn, and I set our hearts and stomachs on a petite dozen for breakfast.
Doughy dough donuts and strong coffee and a chatty, long walk before the workday.
The donuts are spooned, fresh from the bubbling oil, then piled crispy and bronzed one on top of another in a bowl, and tossed quickly with toppings that gently melt on the outside of each hot little bun. Half of ours were crackly with cardamom and ginger, the other classically crystalline in cinnamon and sugar.
We took our baby donut buckets in one hand, Herkimer drip coffee in the other.
Breakfast on her best behavior.
Each ‘o’ smelled of funnel cakes and fried dough, the intoxicating kind sold at carnival carts. And I,
These golden puffs are crisp crusted with light, air puffed centers. They taste buttery and old fashioned- yeast risen, with a pulling, tender chew. The ones shaken with cardamom and ginger were subtly zingy and faintly sweet, while the cinnamon-sugared ones tasted warm, just cozy with spice.
Get here if you can.
Where are the best donuts in your city? I’d like to visit :)