I’ve reached the stage in this move where I think I’m ready to go find myself a donut shop.
Yes, I’ve been here a little over a month now, and while I stopped at Voodoo Doughnut on 6th once on a Sunday, that’s a tourist attraction where you go for one special doughnut—not a mom and pop shop where you can sit at a counter and pound frosted cakes or raised glazed’s or old fashioned’s, or grab a dozen of the classics and bring them home to the crew.
I assume there’s one out there. Donuts aren’t just a Northern thing, right?
If you’re reading this and have recommendations, please send them my way. In lieu of those, though, I’ll be sitting here clicking through Google Maps and whatever I can see for free on Yelp, preparing to put myself out there and take a chance on some fried dough.
More to come.
Ken’s near campus.
And Mrs. Johnson’s on airport, but beware the unusual hours.
Should’ve known you’d come through! Thank you. On it.
-NIT Stu