Honey Donut

An interior consisting of bare white walls completely devoid of aesthetics surrounds a matching white floor. Sparse décor and two spartan menus are all that’s hanging from the walls. Several aging Formica-​top tables surrounded by chairs with decomposing upholstery compliment the dining area, while an odd assortment of candy bars, snack food, top ramen, donuts, and breakfast cereal sits protected from shoplifters in transparent display cases. It’d be an understatement to say that Honey Donut lacked ambiance. It’s closer to the mark to say that it’s missing it altogether.
Polite but extremely terse service is provided by a lone woman that runs the whole show. Her demeanor may seem overly gruff to the untrained eye, but five minutes of watching the client-​shopkeeper interactions at Honey Donut will show there’s good reason for it. Bluntly put, Honey Donut provides snacks, sodas, and cheap nutrition to some of the more moderately dysfunctional denizens of 6^th Street. While perusing the menu, I heard a nervous street-​woman explaining to the shopkeeper why she *had* to drink sodas for the rest of the day. Sixty seconds after ordering my bacon-​egg breakfast sandwich, a regular customer came in and started yelling back to the kitchen. After several loud HELLOOOoooooos, he blurted out «C’MON WOMAN! GIVE ME A *SODA!*». Other patrons drifted in and out… most got sodas or snacks. Some were polite… some weren’t. Regardless, the shopkeeper of Honey donut has good reason for keeping her clients at arms reach while holding idle chat to a bare minimum.
I ordered a bacon-​egg breakfast sandwich. The words «two seventy five» came back at me scant milliseconds after making my wishes known. I flipped her a five-​spot, change came back in nothing flat, and without a word she was off to prepare my sandwich. Soon thereafter, a scrambled egg with bacon on wheat bread was handed to me neatly wrapped in a deli-​style paper. Surprisingly, the sandwich was pretty decent. The scrambled eggs were just a *tad* on the soft side, the bacon OK, and the bread was carefully toasted. My intuition tells me that the 2 egg breakfasts priced at four-​fifty give a pretty good bang for ones buck.
A lone table by the window offers a great vantage point for viewing the activities and antics of Sixth Street’s denizens. If it’s too much for you to stomach, tables further back offer a greater degree of seclusion.
If you’re looking for a chill environment or a cool space to accent a ten-​dollar lunch, drift a block over to 7^th street or stick to the other side of Market. But if you’re looking to completely eschew atmosphere and ambiance in favor of basic nutrition at rock-​bottom prices, Honey Donut may be worth taking a look at.