Thank ye gods that I have a donut shop within walking distance of my house. This is a good one, too, despite the scrappy exterior. Honestly, the dining area is dingy and the coffee is nothing to write home about. Buy a dozen to go from the cheery donut lady (her name is Mary, by the way) and take confidence that everything is good and well worth the price. The gigantic cinnamon rolls and fritters that usually sell out early are to die for, but I've also enjoyed the sugar-dusted raised twists and perfect cake donuts covered in icing with peanuts, coconut or the ever popular chocolate sprinkles. It kind of blows my mind that more of my neighbors prefer the dry, unexceptional pastries at Starbucks or the sickly sweet, undersized product that Dunkin' Donuts churns out. Let 'em be a flock of ignorant sheep, I say. I'll keep patronizing my funky little neighborhood donut joint until either they run out of sprinkles or I stop seeing my toes - whichever comes first.