I've heard the stories. A tiny donut shop tucked away in an inconspicuous part of town. A tiny donut shop that makes donuts so good, that you have to show up within the first hour of opening to guarantee your chance to experience what many call the best kept secret in Pittsburgh.
I've resisted the temptation of these legendary donuts. Honestly, it sounded like a lot of work. I like to sleep in. But recently, the stars aligned (someone ELSE got up at 7:30am on a Sunday) and I was able to partake in a sharing of donut deliciousness.
These donuts are no joke. The cake donuts were crispy/crumbly on the outside and wonderfully soft and buttery on the inside. Like a perfect cake donut should be. The yeast-raised were airy and fluffy and squishy. I could have eaten at least a thousand. Like a perfect yeast-raised donut should be.
Now that I have tasted perfection, I will never forget. Perhaps, one day, that lingering memory will pull me out of bed in the wee hours of the morning so I can go another round with Better-Maid Donut.