Driving around downtown Portland last weekend, I crept up on a mass of people lined up outside of a building. My first assumption was that the group consisted of homeless folks lined up for breakfast outside of some ministry.
Wrong.
People were lined up around the block for doughnuts. Voodoo Donuts, to be exact.
Being the doughnut connoisseur I am, I immediately rushed home to Google the establishment. People willing to stand in line for an hour for a doughnut is always something I’m going to follow up on. Because I…love…doughnuts.
What I found online was beyond even my wildest dreams. Is the Voodoo Doughnut menu safe for you to read at work? No. but it’s hilarity and deliciousness all wrapped up in a tidy pink box. And it only took me reading down to the second entry to resolve that I would be visiting VooDoo Doughnut before I left town.
Because VooDoo Doughnut has a Bacon Maple Bar on the menu.
The upside to my son never adjusting to West Coast time is that I had the opportunity to be up at 5:30am. Great for catching the early morning Sportscenter. Great for catching a couple of episodes of The Cosby Show. Great for a weekday trip to VooDoo where I could casually stroll up to the counter and order my doughnuts without standing in line forever.
Score.
Let me rephrase that. Massive Score. Because that Bacon Maple Bar was amazing. And I have high standards as far as such things are concerned. Maple Bars are the king of all doughnuts in my world. It’s like the ribs of doughnuts. It’s where a true baker proves his or her skill. And this maple bar could have stood on its own as a fantastic breakfast treat. Add bacon? It was like a thousand fairies dancing across my tongue. It really was a revelation.
And for the record, even though my son can’t read yet I didn’t let him look at the menu. Don’t want to pollute his pure mind. Where’s my parenting award?
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