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| - Sitting at my desk, I overheard one co-worker trying to convince another to eat some of the donuts. Knowing that customers, vendors and co-workers drop off dozens of donuts from the huge chain, manufactured donut companies often, I was anxious for some sugar spiking in my blood.
Walking to their desks I was shaken to my core (which happened to be a ravenously angry and empty stomach) - when he was merely offering up mini donuts from the vending machine.
This simply would not do. Do you hear me? It. Would. Not. Do.
I explained my desire for fresh donuts, not that packaged trash. They asked if I wanted to make a donut run. I said yes! They started asking for me to go to one of the chain places, I said Nay! If I was making a donut run, I was getting Real Donuts.
Of course, they started naming off a different chain every time I would say, "No, real Donuts." Finally, I had to explain that was the name of the place that was going to satisfy my sugar craving.
Finding their location, I walked in to a pretty busy donut shop. Good sign!
When it got to my turn, the helpful girl behind the counter started grabbing everything I needed. When i got to the ham & cheese croissant part of the order, she gave me the option of hot or cold. Figure if we're going to go for it, go the whole 9 and went hot.
Returning to work, I handed out everybody their treat and sat down at my desk to dive into mine.
The raised cake donut was about 2x the thickness of one of those "other" places' donuts. I took a bite and my taste buds nearly fainted at the flavor. It was an instant throw back to jr. high and getting donuts after school at a local bakery, only better! I finished the donut and tackled the holes I picked up.
Bite sized doses of glazed sugary goodness were devoured in mere seconds.
This is definitely a place I will be returning to, as often as my pancreas can handle.
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