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| - Hello, My name is Scott Bianchi, and I have a donut problem.
I'm a huge fan of the Donut Bar in San Diego. They have great donuts, they have great people. It's a good place. When I heard they were opening a store in Las Vegas, I was jealous of Las Vegas. They're supposed to open a store in Santa Clarita. However, when I suddenly planned a trip out to Las Vegas, I knew a stop here was primary on my list.
Saturday morning I woke up early. Having been to the San Diego location, I know there's a line a block and a half long Saturday mornings. However, when my WAZE lady told me I had arrived at the Las Vegas store, there was no huge line. There wasn't even people out the door. It seemed fairly quiet. There was also a parking issue.
The lot directly across the street has signage all over it saying 'permit required' and 'we will tow your car' so when I parked in it initially, I was a bit concerned for my ride. I poked my head in the door of the Donut shop, and asked about it. The nice guy behind the counter said that the lot didn't belong to them, but there was free parking on sixth street on the weekend. So I ran back out, and relocated my car to the warm and fuzzy, safe free parking area just down the street. I then returned, knowing that I could sit for a lil while and have my ride be there when I left.
I entered the shop, and the familiar donuts smiled up at me from their case. They were holiday decorated even. I walked down the case and picked out four donuts. I was going to stop at three, but then the rudolph donut just had to go along too. So, I paid for the four donuts (ended up at about twenty dollars) I then sat down to admire the donuts, and the fish tank from the fish tank tv show when I heard somebody order a french toast donut.
"French toast donut?" I asked, still composing my yelp photo.
"Yes, we have them on Saturdays and Sundays..."
"I loooove the french toast donuts. I want one."
"Excellent!"
I paid for a french toast donut, and sadly put the lid back onto the box of donuts I had. I sipped on the juice I had also paid for. After a lil while, another donut box was brought out. This one had a plate and containers inside. Atop the plate was a french toast donut. In the containers were toppings. One had maple butter, one had jam, and the third had maple syrup.
I've never been a syrup kinda guy, so I put that one aside. The butter I smeared on top of the donut, and the jam I also used. There was also a plastic fork and knife wrapped up in a napkin. I used them to surgically cut apart my breakfast and enjoy it as long as I could. It was good. After this french toast donut, I was actually pretty full. So I thanked the store for their tasty treats, and walked back to my car.
It turns out they're a just block away from old Fremont street. So knowing my car was in a safe spot, I spent several hours wandering the area. Lots of very neat things to see right around here. Including 'old' Las Vegas, and container park with their colossal mantis. (Just in case you're looking for things to do around here)
The four donuts actually went home with me. They were still tasty and fresh when I got home the following day.
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