There are mornings in Houston when the city feels alive before the sun even fully rises, and one of those mornings led me straight to a small, unassuming spot tucked into a strip on West Gray Street.
Christy’s Donuts does not announce itself with a flashy sign or a trendy aesthetic, but the line of regulars forming at 4 AM tells you everything you need to know.
The smell hits you first, warm glaze and fresh dough drifting out before you even reach the door. Something about stepping inside feels like finding a secret that half of Houston has already been keeping for decades…