I head about this donut shop, something about quality ingredients, good donut, etc. I like a good donut, so I wandered over.
The interior was industrial, spare and hip.
A statement.
More hipness.
Here’s the donut in question.
The verdict. A-mazing. Here’s how it usually works with me and donuts. “I wish I had a donut.” I say to myself. Then, being gainfully employed and mobile, I get myself one. Sometimes I get them from the grocery store bakery case, sometimes from an official donut shop. I eat the donut and it leaves me feeling a bit empty. It was okay in the moment, but the moment has passed, leaving me with a bit of grease and a few coins shorter in my wallet.
Here’s what happened with this donut. I paid my money, sat down and bit into it. And it was chewy and substantial and burst with flavor. The donut was a substance in and of itself, not just a carrier for the toppings. And the toppings! The chocolate was rich, the coconut was toasted perfectly. The whole experience was exactly what I’m looking for when I’m in the mood for a donut. At $2.50, this donut wasn’t cheap, but I’ll take one of these over three of the standard donut, any day.
