The name Paul’s BrewHouse sparks images of some funky Manhattan street corner – a la The Beastie Boys’ 1989 album Paul’s Boutique – where low-brow hipsters troll for second-hand baseball jerseys. The local incarnation, with a Tyrannosaurus Rex on the wall and a cellist at the entrance, is every bit as eclectic as its namesake on Ludlow Street. A Leaning Tower of Pisa; a bronzed violinist; a showcase full of sugar hits; cahed rocks. The caffeine is good, the baked goods even better. But the donuts. Soft, moist and rich. Sprinkled, glazed, chocolate. The donuts are boss. Paul’s BrewHouse, #52 Sothearos Blvd.
