HOLY MACARONI. THIS IS BAD. AND BY BAD I MEAN REALLY GOOD.
So I have been very very proud of myself for the past year or so. I have been overall donut free, mostly due to scarcity in my local area as well as no where that provides having convenient parking that i can shamelessly go in and out to buy cheap fatty donuts without feeling like a obese pig .
In my area there are no real options for donuts, except for the prepackaged gas station imatation hostess stuff , some weird joke called spudnuts.. Really?? Potatos in my donuts?? and in some sad desperation I've consumed the 1.75 year old donuts at the local 7/11. When you have a problem you aren't that picky. But when your don't really have any options I guess it's has been a blessing of sorts.
Somehow I stumbled upon this donut shop. And yes . IT IS THE KING OF DONUTS. Let me explain:
When I first pulled my car up into this clean open parking lot, my first thought was this donut shop must be an undercover front for something else. An awesome donut shop with parking??? Walking in I wasn't sure what to expect, but a nice gentleman greeting me IMMEDIATELY. I was utterly not even sure what to do since the latter experience I had on western avenue started with an odd dont make eye contact non existant greeting from a pregnant 17 year old with a unibrow who god forbid had to assist me in shucking donuts into a paper box. This however was like the golden treatment.
Looking at the pricing I was unsure if they were just a joke or if they were some vestige of a simpler time. The trays were fully stocked full of glistening shiny donuts . They all looked as if they were shouting " PICK ME!! NO EAT ME! I AM THE ONE YOU WANT! NOOO OVER HEERE!!" I was amazed they all looked so colorful and delightful. It was as if I had landed in oz and the munchkins were offering themselves up for a feast!
I ordered one bear claw, 12 donut holes ( only $1??) , half a dozen donuts and a bavarian creme donut. for my friends... of course.... It all came out to about $7 . RIDICULOUS CHEEP.
I quickly paid and ran into my car in giddiness. I figured they must have made a mistake but then I came to the horrible realization I may have made a mistake. Perhaps these were just decoy donuts. PERHAPS THEY WERE DRY AND SAD. PERHAPS I WAS WRONG ABOUT THEM BEING DELIGHTUL.
I nerviously opened up that pink box, and popped a donut hole into my mouth. OH LORD VOLDEMORT IT WAS WARM. I couldnt believe it. It melted in my mouth with gooey warm happiess. Before I knew it, I had consumed all 12 holes and I needed more. As I was driving home, I couldnt keep my hands of that wicked pink box. The next donut I had was a bavarian creme. I took one bite.. and out exploded delivious gooey CREME! IN ONE BITE! most places hide a small squirt of some instant jello with corn starch in some sugary mess. BUT NO.. this was a soft and delicate creme.. filled up with love and covered in chocolate. Despite the honking horns , flashing lights, and faint sound of police sirens I didnt stop. I had to have more.
Next I had the glazed cake donut. IT was everything I had been searching for and More. I wanted to cry, scream, call my mom?? I was so unsure. I just knew I was in love again. The outside was perfectly slightly crisp. With an o so delicate glaze . Not too sweet, but just sweet enough . The inside was porous and light. It was a delicious cake inside desguised as a humble donut.
Before I even got to 4 stop lights. I had already went through a kalidescope of magical donuts. I felt so alive.
This is truly the king of donuts.
A good, wise, and tasty king.
I bow with shame and awe of its beauty. read more