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Given the cultural similarities between Phoenix and L.A., it’s surprising that the Valley of the Sun isn’t already smothered in doughnuts.
In La La Land, it seems like there’s a doughnut shop on every corner, in every strip mall, in neighborhoods both hip and low-rent. How that city manages to sustain such a high level of fried dough consumption and still have such a huge population of good-looking model and actor types is beyond me — are all the writers holed up at home doing the eating? Perhaps. I know I’d join them.
And what of those funky doughnut shops around the country that I keep reading about, the Voodoo Doughnuts of the world? The snack shop sneaks into every food TV show that hits up its hometown of Portland, Oregon, and by now I feel starved for a jelly-filled “Voodoo Doll”, a bacon maple bar, or a doughnut topped with Froot Loops.
Meanwhile, Atlanta’s Sublime Doughnuts makes letter-shaped doughnuts so you can spell out greetings like “happy birthday.” Not to mention, they have chocolate-banana fritters served “Elvis-style” (I’m intrigued — aren’t you?) and chocolate ganache beignets with drunken cherries. And New York’s Doughnut Plant does a creme brulee doughnut, complete with crunchy glaze and custard filling.
Any takers? Phoenix is hungry . . .
