Wednesday, November 9, 2011
I remember the day we met like it was yesterday. Standing on line at Rock Center’s now long gone Citarella, I was about to order my usual toasted whole wheat bagel with lox cream cheese when I spotted you all decked out in Valrhona. You were all I had ever dreamed of in a doughnut. Over the years we’ve shared some special times--summer picnics, holidays, but now I fear our love has grown stale and I need to let you know that I’ve met someone new...
I’ve struggled with this for some time, I didn’t walk into Dough expecting to fall in love, but I’ve been swept away. Dough is just, well, more exciting. Their lemon--it’s lemon-ier. Their chocolate is not just dipped in chocolate, it’s positively slathered in it. Slathered. And if we’re talking cheap date, let’s just say that my dollar goes a good bit further with Dough. As much as this pains me to admit it, I know now that you’re no longer number one in my heart.
I’m sorry it’s come to this, but I suspect you’ve known this was coming for a while and I wanted to clear the air. I don’t want it to be awkward when we run into each other in Dean & Deluca or on the Lower East Side. Maybe with time we can be...friends...
Thanks for the memories, Doughnut Plant.