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Well, that should actually be phrased New York is right behind San Francisco which may be right behind you. I say this because most likely due to its size and cultural gravity, most trends in the US–and possibly many parts of the world–start in New York City. Somewhere around 3-5 years later (the internet has not sped this up) they arrive in San Francisco. Why it takes so long is because as Jann Wenner, the editor of Rolling Stone put it in 1977, San Francisco is a “cultural backwater”.

Then for some reason after it has maxed out in San Francisco, the trend goes global. This is why I’m suddenly seeing things all over Barcelona that were popular in San Francisco just as I left three years ago and popular in New York… probably in the mid 1990s. A walking tour of Sant Antoni around hipster Ground Zero, Carrer del Parlament showed me no end of kitschy antique shops, barber shops, bike shops on every corner (how many fucking bike shops does a city need anyways? answer, one for every barber shop), beards, and of course donuts.

This brings us to the subject up top which I found at La Donutería. Intrigued as I am by donuts, I stopped in and tried one, picking up some hazelnut flake dark chocolate thing that seemed much more sensible than the green tea and ginger donut. Thankfully the dude both making and selling them not only didn’t speak Catalan, but had a massive beard. Anything short of this and I wouldn’t have bought the foreigner poserness needed to open a donut (and/or bike) shop in Barcelona.

You can indeed find “normal” donuts in Barcelona. They’re something like 40 cents, glazed, sinful, and available pretty much everywhere. “Shitty” is the first phrase that comes readily to mind in explaining them to others, but “sickly sweet” is a close second. Basically, they’re just like what you find in the US. For those who get homesick for Dunkin’ Donuts while traveling, basic Spanish donuts have got your back.

This officially beard-served Donutería donut wasn’t sweet. It approached bagelness but without being a bagel. It was a touch bland and overall was a lot like the one hour holding pattern I was once stuck in above Frankfurt airport in that I just sorta wanted it to be over as it made me a touch nauseous all-the-while costing a whopping 3€ for one.

I’m not really sure where this sudden tsunami of donut shops in Barcelona is headed, but I think I’ll still be sticking to the xuixo and let Americans (maybe Canadians too?) handle the whole donut front of things like Dynamo Donut handily does.