Has anyone made some stupid comment about not understanding doughnut culture yet?
Cuz I DO. In Lousyana we would sometimes get up early and go sit outside waiting for DunKin to open. Fresh, hot, delish that melt on your tongue… oh yeah. Sipping a hot coffee in the car chatting with my mom while waiting for the light to turn on… those are memories I will take to my grave. (I hope)
Maybe the waiting in line with friends is the same??
And down in New Orleans we often had lines for a block wanting for Cafe Du Monde’s beignets…yeah baby