I had heard a lot about this place. Looked forward to splurging caloriewise on a yummy donut. Yep, I am still waiting.
Happiness washed over me as i readied my mouth for my special frosted with hearts jelly donut. my mouth watered as I brought it to my lips. I opened up, waiting for the tingly delicious raspberry, cherry, blackberry, or cream filling to present it's self. As I bit down, my delight turned to anger & disappointment. The donut was empty. I was denied. Played for a pastry fool! I opened the bottle of milk I had purchased from their fridge & took a gulp to clear my mouth of the nasty trick of a cruller. My poor mouth was met with more abuse. I had a mouth full of putrid, mucous like, separated rotten milk.
I could speak for fear of spewing this mouth tragedy all over my dress. As I grabbed a stack of napkins to wipe out my poor mouth & have a very direct conversation with the owner behind the counter I vowed to never go back, plus tell my story to the masses.