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Alright! Someone’s actually talking about the donuts.

I can’t imagine donuts tasting good after they’ve been par-“baked.” Supposedly they are shaped and fried in Canada, flash-frozen, then “finished” in an oven.  And where are the maple donuts??!

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Coffee mate

Re: Canadian chain Tim Hortons taking over some Dunkin’s in NYC. Is anyone else excited about the donuts more than the coffee besides me? Very few comments on the Gothamist page talk about the donuts. Please report if you’ve tasted the goods.

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A “German Day” pub crawl took place Saturday. It was arranged by a friend who clearly didn’t foresee that we would suffer a great collective katzenjammer(n., hangover) after. Sunday was interesting for everyone.

Cheers

The itinerary began with Zum Schneider in Alphabet City at 1:30, to be followed by Loreley in Soho/LES area at 3:00, then Lederhosen in the West Village at who-knows-what-time. I brought my camera to the chagrin of our now-remorseful pub crawlers, but I’ll just highlight the yummy pastry-related goods many may not remember sampling.

Apfelkuchle, or apple fritters made in beer batter

Apfelkuchle, or apple fritters made with beer batter

Vanilla sauce, vanilla ice cream, powdered sugar—delicious. My only complaint: not enough apfels!

Loreley pretzels with mustard

Loreley pretzels with mustard

I go weak-kneed for these pretzels. They always arrive piping hot out of the oven, served with hearty mustard. They’re doughy and soft on the inside, taut and salty on the outside. If all the pretzel carts in NYC had these, midtown would actually be exciting.

I’ve had the apple strudel at Loreley, too, and they do it right. Apples are sweet enough, flaky strudel layers, and plenty of vanilla sauce pooling the goods. Sorry, no photo.

Er, that’s about all the legal photos I can post here. There’s talk of more “(Insert a country here) Day,” (France, Japan, maybe Liechtenstein?) but I think we need a Buddhist day first: How about some meditation and fasting and yoga to undo this one, friends?

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…we ended up with two bags of paratha, one box of Indian mangoes ($30/box this year, yeesh), and this drink made with basil seeds, which I don’t recommend, but maybe it’s an acquired taste/texture? The experience was what I imagined drinking tadpoles would be like. [Shudder.]

Don't drink it in the dark, you'll be in for a surprise

Don't drink it in the dark, you'll be in for a surprise

This 35-minute subway ride also took me back to a dorm in the South Side of Chicago, many moons ago. My lovely roommate, who was part of the South Asian Student Association in college, once brought home one of those giant rectangular aluminum tin trays filled with sugar syrup-soaked fried dough balls, or gulab jamuns, after an event. I grew fond of them quite quickly, and dutifully helped her finish off the tray over a couple of weeks. Or was it days?

These guys helped me study

These guys helped me study

I didn’t have my camera at the store, but we had a good laugh peeking into the freezer case at frozen paratha with the Pillsbury Dough Boy on the packaging (a Flickr photo here). Into what corners of the world hasn’t the dough boy oozed? And it looked white and paunchy as ever, not transformed into a South Asian alter ego, though that would do little to undo any colonial history. And who the heck buys Pillsbury paratha?? Can it be tastier than the ones made locally by a hard-working baker with native street cred?  Please report if you have tasted it.

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