I don’t know if it’s all this P90X I’ve been torturing myself through doing, but I’ve recently been craving the absolute worst possible things for my health. One of the best/worst things that you can ever put into your body since pancakes is DEFINITELY donuts. I know, I know, it’s pig food, but, you know, when they’re good, they’re sexual. Tina Fey has literally said that if she had a penis, she would put it in a Peter Pan donut.
I’m not 100% sure about the history of Peter Pan Donuts, since there don’t seem to be any reliable online sources on the matter, but it’s the kind of place that gives the impression it’s been around a long time. Even among the especially Polish bubble of 1950-1990s establishments in the Greenpoint area it seems pretty legit.
Though I haven’t tried what I’m sure are many other amazing kinds there, the real highlight has got to be the red velvet donut. That’s right: red. velvet. donut. Imagine everything you love about red velvet cake and cupcakes plus everything you love about a regular glazed donut in one amazing actual, real-live thing. I mean, I’m sure their other donuts are great, but this is really something to write home about.
Peter Pan Donuts
727 Manhattan Ave [between Meserole and Norman]
Photo courtesy of Lost New York City.