Ever since the Doughnut Plant opened in Chelsea, I have sent countless tourists to walk the High Line and end up at the Doughnut Plant as a reward, to be followed by a stop at La Maison de Macaron, and a civilized cup of joe at Stumptown or Cafe Grumpy.
But for the past month Dough has become my mistress. While I still am loyal to the Doughnut Plant, Dough is that much better. The texture is light, airy and ethereal. Just the plain old glazed doughnut is a work of art, head held eye stacked up against great flavors such as salted caramel, hibiscus and dulce de leche. On a previous visit I had lemon meringue, topped high in a white cumulus cloud.  Swoon.
The nearest police precinct should get a discount, but I hope the men in blue stick to the Plant instead.
Doughnut Plant                                         Dough
220 West 23rd St.                                   14 West 19th St.
