I’m going to get a donut.
There’s a place on Manhattan Avenue—which because it is not on Manhattan is about ten minutes from my apartment—named Peter Pan Donuts. I know I am not the first man to discover this establishment, for if I were they would not have stayed in business long enough for me to wander in, but just as Neil Armstrong’s exploration of the moon was more important than that of the space-vikings who discovered it centuries earlier, I am the most important man to know about Peter Pan.
And that is because right now I really want a donut.
I have never actually bought a donut from the shop, a modest bakery cum coffee-counter with white, bare walls. I stepped into it once last month, drawn by the spectacle of orange and black Halloweeny pastries, but was in too much of a hurry to bear the line. A few days later my roommate, a donut-enthusiast who works not far from the store, ventured out on a Saturday morning and returned with a dozen of Peter’s finest and an eclair, which he ate himself as a reward for nearly getting killed trying to carry donuts and bicycle contemporarily.
They were all impressive, but none more so than the cream filled donut, which is what I intend to buy myself today. Rather than the crusted orb usually marketed as a Boston cream filled, whose over-sugared cream explodes pantside at the first bite, Peter Pan’s creamy concoctions do not disguise their insides. Rather, the cream is smeared on top and into the donut hole in an arrangement that is far more honest, if tawdry-sounding. A single bite does not cause a cream explosion—my, we’re getting quite tawdry here—because the elegant construction allows it to stay put. More importantly, the filling is not too sweet. After gobs and gobs of it, my teeth still did not hurt.
It is a serious donut, and today I am a serious fellow. I am going to a Business Type Meeting, and I require a Business Type Donut. I’ll report back if there are any mishaps.
*** UPDATE ***
According to Google Maps, I’ll be walking .2 miles out of my way for this little treat. Let’s hope it’s worth it. If nothing else, the .2 miles should take care of donut eating’s supposed ill health effects.

