I was really trying to show the lengths to which one might journey in pursuing an addiction. We stopped off at a super seedy shop after an evening of festivities. We sat on the hood of the car drinking cartons of milk, and between four of us, shared an apple fritter, a buttermilk bar, and a maple bar.
Swells and I parted with our other two friends and began our 5-mile drive home, but we needed to stop at another 24hr donut shop on the way, and wound up at a really, super seedy place.
To those of you familiar with San Francisco, it felt an awful lot like we were going to 16th and Mission to cop some heroine. There was little in the way of what you might call “control” going on. The best part was when we had a serious conversation about the quality of buttermilk bars at both places…
Apparently there was something do-nutty in the air. Me, the one who supposedly doesn’t like sweets, decided I HAD to have a donut. Tim and I ended up at a decidedly less seedy joint than y’all, Bob’s Donuts at the 3rd & Fairfax Farmer’s Market – and at a decidedly less seedy hour of the night/morning (it was 4 in the afternoon). Tim had an apple fritter, and I had a glazed. Man, that was good. Sometimes ya just gotta get yer grease on.
[Plus, I love that the Farmer’s Market has remained more or less oldskool, with the same industrial green folding metal chairs and metal tables that it’s had forever, and a lot of the same stands. ]
I really can’t imagine a bad donut – is there really such a thing? Donut connoisseurs, I’d like a full report on my desk in the morning. I love that you guys went for the seediest places. That’s so punk rock.
Oh man, Scotty, I would love to have “a serious conversation about the quality of buttermilk bars” with you. I have a really bad thing for donuts. KrispyKreme just opened a store a mile from here (there haven’t been any KKs around here for years). So I go over there the day after they open but the fresh baked light was off. Settled for a box of cold glazed. They just weren’t as good as I remembered. But of course I’ll be back again for hot ones. More importantly, i’m totally with you about the seedy places. The best donuts in Philly are in North Philly across the street from methadone clinic. The kind of place with glass in front of all the counters. They give you a dozen donuts in a bag six at a time because more don’t fit through the turny-turn. But they don’t have Ms Pacman–with a chain attached. Nice one.
Wow, I really felt “outed” by the shame of this post this morning, but you are all making me feel much better about my little loss of control the other night. Enablers!
Where’s the mistake? I see late-night donut-and-Ms.-Pac-Man fabulousness.
I was really trying to show the lengths to which one might journey in pursuing an addiction. We stopped off at a super seedy shop after an evening of festivities. We sat on the hood of the car drinking cartons of milk, and between four of us, shared an apple fritter, a buttermilk bar, and a maple bar.
Swells and I parted with our other two friends and began our 5-mile drive home, but we needed to stop at another 24hr donut shop on the way, and wound up at a really, super seedy place.
To those of you familiar with San Francisco, it felt an awful lot like we were going to 16th and Mission to cop some heroine. There was little in the way of what you might call “control” going on. The best part was when we had a serious conversation about the quality of buttermilk bars at both places…
Late-night donuts are never a mistake. Nice shots, as usual!
Apparently there was something do-nutty in the air. Me, the one who supposedly doesn’t like sweets, decided I HAD to have a donut. Tim and I ended up at a decidedly less seedy joint than y’all, Bob’s Donuts at the 3rd & Fairfax Farmer’s Market – and at a decidedly less seedy hour of the night/morning (it was 4 in the afternoon). Tim had an apple fritter, and I had a glazed. Man, that was good. Sometimes ya just gotta get yer grease on.
[Plus, I love that the Farmer’s Market has remained more or less oldskool, with the same industrial green folding metal chairs and metal tables that it’s had forever, and a lot of the same stands. ]
I really can’t imagine a bad donut – is there really such a thing? Donut connoisseurs, I’d like a full report on my desk in the morning. I love that you guys went for the seediest places. That’s so punk rock.
Oh man, Scotty, I would love to have “a serious conversation about the quality of buttermilk bars” with you. I have a really bad thing for donuts. KrispyKreme just opened a store a mile from here (there haven’t been any KKs around here for years). So I go over there the day after they open but the fresh baked light was off. Settled for a box of cold glazed. They just weren’t as good as I remembered. But of course I’ll be back again for hot ones. More importantly, i’m totally with you about the seedy places. The best donuts in Philly are in North Philly across the street from methadone clinic. The kind of place with glass in front of all the counters. They give you a dozen donuts in a bag six at a time because more don’t fit through the turny-turn. But they don’t have Ms Pacman–with a chain attached. Nice one.
Wow, I really felt “outed” by the shame of this post this morning, but you are all making me feel much better about my little loss of control the other night. Enablers!
I think it’s true that when California gets sketchy, it goes all out. It does not skimp on sketch. Also: Connecticut sketch is really intense.
Oh, these were some pretty sketchy places all right!
ah yes,,, “tasty donuts” is our ny seedy donught chain. so old-school, so creepy, so delicious!