Ok. Last midnight Donut Man run of the semester. And this time the run was not made in the midst of finals cramming but to celebrate the end of exams – woohoo!
Julie’s from nyc. She loves food. And she loves donuts. I think I love her. She is my most faithful donut pal and this is the last time we’re going to Donut Man together as she’s studying abroad next semester and I’m graduating after next semester. I will miss my donut buddy. But I’ll see her in nyc. Perhaps we’ll make Doughnut Plantstops. We’ll also be able to take the subway instead of drive. Her buttermilk raisin donut was good. So good that I ate half. I’m sorry Julie. But it was so good. Practically crispy on the outside and cakey rich innards studded with raisins and just the lightest glaze.
It was the classic chocolate glazed bavarian cream for me. Rich, sweet and indulgent – a fine balance between custard, pastry and chocolate all over. Every bite borders on the decision line of dessert or pastry, both? Neither? Perhaps just tasty sin all over. Don’t think too hard about food. Just eat it and love it if it’s good. Man. I will miss coming here with Julie. But it was a sufficiently delicious way to end!
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