Having just enjoyed the fist-sized apple cider doughnuts with maple whipped cream at Hearth (hurt me), I was thinking that fried dough with some form of creamy accompaniment just might be the most amazing thing in the world. Or at least one of them.
But a girl can only eat so many doughnuts. That's why I was thrilled to see Kathy Chan's Guide to the Best Doughnuts in New York, in which she enlisted a second gullet to devour and rate a crazy number of options throughout the burroughs.
I can't decide if I start with the ricotta fritters at Abraco, or the raspberry jelly doughnut from Park Slope's Trois Pommes. The list is pretty exhaustive and will take awhile. At least I have Doughnut Plant and Balthazar taken care of already.