Eric Geoffroy calls it “the delicate princess of doughnuts.’’ Skye Gaudette once sketched a picture of it on a napkin in her quest to describe it to a baffled Dunkin’ Donuts worker. Wendy Cobrda wrote to the company for an explanation when it vanished from her local coffee shop.
They are devotees of the French Cruller. And pursuing their obsession has not been an easy path.
The French Cruller, with its distinctive twisted ridges and light, airy interior, disappeared three years ago from a broad corridor of Dunkin’ shops along Route 3. All at once, at 50 locations from North Quincy to Falmouth, the doughnut’s followers were left bereft, craving something they had loved and, without warning, lost. Read more.