French crullers.By Paul Goldfinger…
We stop at “Taste of Italy” in a Tinton Falls strip mall. We’re back in the car relaxing , chatting, and sipping on some coffee. Right in front of me I spot a “Dunkin’.”
Me: I’m getting a French cruller to have with my coffee. Do you want anything?
She: No thanks.
Me: You can have a piece of mine.
I get out of the car and walk into “Dunkin.” They have a few of those Frenchies left. I bought one.
When I worked in Times Square (Bond Clothes) at a summer job while in high school I took a bus from Rutherford and stopped in the Port Authority for a French cruller and an orange drink….every morning– so good.
Walk back to the car and get in.
Me: Do you want a piece?
She: Ok, but just a small one.
I give her a tiny piece. They have the lowest calorie count of any donut.
Me: Next to these crullers, I like jelly donuts best.
She: I could like a jelly donut, but I don’t like the jelly.
Me: OK. Start the engine and head towards OG.
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