Where to begin with Rob, who sells Daddy’s Fried Dough by the Park Street T?
He’s got a few prepared routines, including a rap about being “known coast to coast/like butter n’ toast.”
Just say the word, and he’ll put extra butter on your order. He sells the traditional option (slab n’ sugar) as well as cherry, apple, blueberry and Boston crème.
Old School
I went traditional on a recent visit, with extra butter. It held most of the sugar in place, but expect a little powder to spill on your jacket (it makes a handy snack later on, when no one's looking).
The dough itself is a guilty pleasure, like all things fried. But Rob knows when to lay off. He won’t burn your snack to a crisp.
Running Commentary
Misanthropes need not apply at Daddy’s Fried Dough. Get ready for a heart-to-heart as Rob prepares your order.
He’ll ask about your hometown if you’re a tourist, your work if you’re a suit, and your mental health if you say, “no sugar, please.”
He does it all with a smile, plus a rhyming couplet. Read more about him here. Watch him work in the clip below.
Daddy's Fried Dough! from The Hungry Heart on Vimeo.
And check out my slideshow for an intimate portrait of the man and his dough.
Daddy's Fried Dough Slide! from The Hungry Heart on Vimeo.
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