On Visiting New York City
On the northwest corner of 14th St. and 7th Ave. is a narrow hole-in-the-wall donut shop called The Donut Pub. It consists of nothing but a small counter and maybe 20 red stools lined up against the counter. The donuts are run-of-the-mill; crullers, jelly, creme, glazed, old-fashioned. No fancy flavors here. The coffee is is industrial-strength brew served straight from the Bunn brewer to you in a paper cup. The sizes of coffee are small, medium, and large. They ask if you want it light and sweet. The biggest luxury in the place is that they use either half-and-half or whole milk; don’t ask for soy milk or 2%. The place has been in existence since 1964. It’s my kind of place, and one of the few remaining places in the City of New York that I can remember existing more or less as it was during my high school/college/post-undergrad days of traipsing about Manhattan. Continue Reading »
