This PDX-born donut chain is just too sweet for its own good - Review - Seattle - The Infatuation
"You might recognize PDX transplant Voodoo Doughnut from its princess-pink exterior, spinning displays, and namesake gimmick: a yeast-raised voodoo doll with a pretzel stick stabbed in its belly. And we’ll give credit where it’s due—it’s fun to stroll around Capitol Hill with a box full of sweetened adrenaline at any time between their hours of 6am and 3am. But Voodoo pales in comparison to the rest of Seattle’s donut showing. And it’s because the more-is-more approach doesn’t work. Do we need grape powder-dusted variations that taste like Children’s Motrin? Why does an otherwise pleasant devil’s food cake have to be shoved into icing followed by crushed Butterfinger bars? We get the novelty, but the poor fried dough doesn’t have a chance when it’s overpowered by sugar and not much else. (You know, aside from notes of chewable fever reducer.) With a corner-wrapping line that moves glacially, we’d only recommend nabbing a bacon maple bar if nothing else is open. Food Rundown Grape Ape Buy a donut, and get to relive childhood trauma of choking down purple medicine. Bacon Maple Bar Two bacon strips provide salty, smoky relief from maple frosting—it's not a bad bar. Butterfingering Nope. Blueberry Cake One of our favorites here—but if you're a freak for blueberry cake donuts, you'll probably turn your nose up at this subdued version. Hit up Family Donut instead. Memphis Mafia Just looking at this banana cinnamon fritter topped with peanut butter sauce, chocolate drizzle, peanuts, and chocolate chips makes us want to brush our teeth." - Aimee Rizzo
