Pulling up to the corner to park, I was glad that it was bright and sunny out... I might have passed on cruising through had it been in the dark... looked like a neighborhood that had seen better times. Or maybe they were heading to better times? Anyway, we found our spot:
I went inside and it was NOT a typical donut shop. For one thing, it's "doughnut" not "donut". And another thing is it was rather small, with a short counter with a small waiting area painted black. And another thing is they were blasting a remix version of a Black Eyed Peas song. And another thing is that they sold t-shirts. And panties. Doughnuts and panties, who knew?
I looked at the menu board, and decided to head to the donut stand... watching the many different variations of doughnuts spinning around and around. And around.
And then I chose the Bacon Maple Bar. Hubster followed suit.
It was tasty alright. Next time: less maple, more bacon!
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