"The Danny Meyer–helmed café, located just a few blocks away from that first apartment, also doles out shots of espresso, loaves of rye, and chicken milanese, but the real sell is their cruller: a doughnut with a crispy-crunchy shell of spiraling ridges and an impossibly golden, buttery, moist middle. And that’s just the original. Other variations on the classic are showered in cinnamon sugar, drizzled with a deep mahogany-hued maple glaze, or, like my favorite that summer, a deep pink strawberry shell. I made it my habit to pair one with a cup of coffee and get to know the city in a sugar-induced high." - ByJesse Sparks
