As I got out of the train station at 63rd Drive to go to MH's apartment, I spotted a Twin Donut and popped in for a cup of coffee. Once inside, however, I was hit by a craving for sweet, glaze-covered fried pastry, and ended up with a chocolate and a Bavarian creme. I'm weak, so weak.
At MH's apartment, we sampled both and I was pleasantly surprised by the moist, fresh texture of the pastries. I'm not a donut expert, but I enjoyed both of these. Not the best thing to consume before a night out on the town, but who says you can't have breakfast for dinner?
Several days later I got a Pumpkin Spice donut from good ol' Dunkin' Donuts and threw it out halfway—that donut was woefully dry and left an unpleasant slick of congealed grease on the roof of my mouth. Blegh. Might have just been an unfresh batch, but between Dunkin' and Twin, it's the latter donut joint for me, when it's around.