I'd read an article about this building on Gawker and had always been curious to see it in person. So when I stumbled upon it accidentally during a Sunday stroll in the West Village, I was tickled.
You could say it's sort of like a sprinkled donut in a box of honey glazed. Unexpected and maybe unwelcomed at first, until you realize it's got way more flavor. I don't know, I hate donuts.
Speaking of donuts though, I just learned that Fausnaught Day is not, in fact, a national holiday.
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