I am, however, a fool for doughnuts. And a churros virgin. Or I was, until the other day when waiting for the downtown R train at Lexington and 59th Street.
As I came down the stairs, I saw a middle-aged Latino woman with a wire laundry cart stacked with horizontal, pale-golden ridged rod-shaped somethings in a large clear plastic bag. On top of her cart was a display of assorted things to eat, which (note churros status above; ditto for many Latino foods) I did not recognize. I guessed correctly at the churros, discovered that cuchifritos are not pork-laden somethings but rather a dessert, and didn't understand the names of the other things I pointed to.
Everything looked fresh, the woman clearly was hard-working (imagine how long it took her to make all these, or whoever it was; and imagine what an incredible job it was to sell --all day -- within 3 feet of oncoming subways), and I was curious.
So I gulped, bought my 3-for-a-dollar churros and plunged my greedy little hands into the (slightly grease-stained) brown-paper bag.
Nice. Really nice. Crisp, just the right amount of sugar. Beautiful ridges. By the third subway stop away, I wish I'd bought more.
OK, as I said at the beginning, I'm a fool for doughnuts. But keep your eyes open. And report back if you, too, succumb. It would be nice to hear a second opinion.... [And a report on the other treats....whatever they're called....]
Coordinates: The 60th Street /Lexington entrance. Downstairs on the R platform. Roughly 2:30pm. Sorry not to be more specific, but it didn't occur to me to alert eGullet until today...maybe just feeling a bit uncertain about my taste in churros??? But...support your local purveyors!









