Number Two Son and I stopped at Krispy Kreme on our way back from Chicago. We don’t have too many of them around us. We are both donut enthusiasts.
We were surprised by the thousands of donuts rolling by us on a conveyor belt— I’m not making this up— THOUSANDS of glazed donuts fresh from wherever they come from rolling past us.
A girl comes up to the other side of the massive glass case which houses the donuts. She has a box in her hand. I order a Birthday Cake donut, Number 2 son orders a Reeses Peanut Butter donut.
”Is that it?” She asks us, surprised.
“Yup, two coffees too- just cream.”
I don’t know how many cups of coffee KRISPY KREME sells, but I can tell you its not a lot because it took her five minutes to figure out how to open the cream container and another five to get coffee poured into two cups of coffee.
The donuts were okay, but far from the greatest donuts I’ve ever had. That honor goes to Blue Plate in Portland Oregon, the no longer in business Glazed and Infused in Chicago and believe it or not, Cumberland Farms.