Here’s a fun fact (that @MLBoorstein already knows I think, but for anyone else who might care about my reading habits): I don’t really read much non-fiction. I like it fine; learning is great and everything. But I do most of my reading immediately before bed, and for some reason when I read non-fiction I don’t sleep well. What’s that about? I guess fiction helps me transition into sleep by distracting me from reality, escapism or whatever. Something like that.

Anyway, I’ve read a lot of vaguely disappointing novels lately. But I enjoyed Joshua Ferris’ The Unnamed and Colum McCann’s Let the Great World Spin.

My opinion on donuts is that they’re amazing. Sad story: When I was leaving Miami, on my way to the airport around 6 a.m., I stopped in a Starbucks to get coffee and a donut. And the donut sucked. It’s hard to put my finger on why exactly, but the cake part was too sweet and the glaze was too thick and the whole thing got me feeling sick, to the point where I actually had to stop eating the donut — something I’m not certain I’ve ever done before. Then, about a mile further down the road, I passed a brightly lit standalone Krispy Kreme with the hot doughnuts light flashing. I had a plane to catch so I couldn’t stop, plus I wasn’t in the mood for doughnuts after that terrible donut. But man, what misfortune.

Krispy Kreme doughnuts are incredible, but if we’re using the broadest possible definition of the pastry I’d say my favorites are the beignets from Cafe Du Monde in New Orleans. As for New York City, I really like the Donut Pub (together at last!) on 14th and 7th, and I’ve still yet to try the famous Doughnut Plant on the Lower East Side that everyone raves about. Hard to get down there in the morning hours.

Well if it’s a sandwich it’s Ricobene’s breaded steak, no doubt. But truthfully — and I think I may have answered a similar question before — if I had to choose a last meal it’d probably be my mom’s ravioli with meat sauce. It’s really, really good.