Katie A.
Yelp
"The Doughboy is neither dough, nor a boy. Discuss!"
Saratoga's doughboys are about as Upstate NY as it gets. The staple, late-night, Caroline Street snack is a legend in its own right, and finishing your night out with a doughboy in lieu of a slice of 'za is a strong move.
But why should the night owls have all the fun? While in Saratoga for an appointment the other afternoon, I was craving that pizza crust filled capsule of goodness by the time I wrapped up shortly after 6 pm (early bird special?), and couldn't resist a quick walk over to pick a few boys up to take home (that's how I roll).
I cruised over in no time, and found myself to be the only customer in the place, with the exception of coupla boys finishing up a coupla 'boys at a table inside. The doughboy display case looked a little bare to the untrained eye, but I knew what I was looking for, and there were plenty of boys to go around. I selected three doughboys, and two samosas to take home to snack on for the night/week (I can easily get a few meals out of this purchase). I've pretty much never not had a doughboy when I've been here, and I love samosas in general, so I'm excited to try something new from the geniuses behind the Doughboy.
Ah, the Doughboy -- now officially dubbed an Oboy because rebranding and trademark/copyright stuff -- is a delectable cream-cheese-and-chicken-filled snack, stuffed into a pizza dough torpedo, begging to be dunked in copious amounts of hot sauce. Newsflash: you don't have to be drunk for a doughboy taste good, they always taste amazing regardless of your BAC.
The good folks calling the shots at Esperanto are now doing God's work, thanks to an exciting and arguably long overdue expansion to build an operation capable of producing oboys by the boatload, blowing minds and palates of the people beyond the 518, and in this crazy world, that's a mission I can get behind.
As a local who's known and loved the baked snack as a "Doughboy," for 20-plus years now, I have to admit, I'm having a little trouble with the name change, even though it's been roughly two years now; I might always refer to it as a doughboy, bc I'm OG like that.
I wonder what the correlation is between Upstate New Yorkers with the 518 area code calling it a doughboy, vs. those with the new 838 area code, falling into the Oboy trap? These are the tough questions.
Hmm, Doughboy or Oboy? The debate might just become a new chapter in regional Upstate New York food lore.