Look, I am the person who believes “moderation” is just a word for people who haven’t tasted a truly great pastry. My alarm clock and I are usually enemies, but this donut makes me wake up early on a cold winter morning.
There is a specific, warm glow coming from those pastry cases that acts like a sugary lighthouse against the gray Warren sky.
The second you step inside, you’re hit with a heavy, intoxicating fog of warm sugar and crusty bread that makes every New Year’s resolution I’ve ever made vanish into thin air. I’m here for the cannoli, obviously, but February brings my true weakness: the edise…