I visited the Doughnut Plant in late April, partly because I was yet again craving another of their fine, fine products and partly because I wanted to see the bathroom.
I didn't necessarily want to use it, but I did want to see it.
As I noted when I wrote about the Doughnut Plant in Chelsea earlier this year, the single stall bathroom is completely covered in tiny mirrors. So while Paul was waiting on our order, Edith and I got buzzed into the bathroom. Purely so I could take photos.
When I was finished, we took our doughnuts (including one of the Sunday specials: a chocolate chip cookie doughnut) to Madison Square Park. Mission accomplished.