The Donut Plant, New York New York

Today I ate a doughnut (from the Doughnut Plant) the size of my head.

And it was square.

And it was filled, no, not with creme, not with jelly, but with JUICE. It was a juicy donut, and that sounds disgusting, but trust me when I say the experience was unlike any other donut experience I’ve ever…experienced.

It was spiritual.

Man, I love this town.

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6 Responses to The Donut Plant, New York New York

  1. anna says:

    That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever heard of: a donut the size of one’s head.

    The juice part? Not sure how I feel about that…

  2. Geevz says:

    1) Absolutely jealous
    2) Your hair looks awesome. Like, you could say, “Hey I live and work in NY” awesome.

  3. Chloe says:

    That’s all I have to say.

    PS: hope you have a great time in NY!

  4. Alaina says:

    That sounds incredible. And, I, too, am jealous. Have a great time!

  5. Maureen says:

    Those donuts look awesome! There’s a new place here called Donut Mart, and they have a giant party donut. I kind of want to throw a party, just for a reason to get the donut.

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