LaNiesha P.
Yelp
Did y'all sprinkle crack in these donuts? Because here I am, sitting at 10:04 p.m., rubbing my stomach like a fiend, craving magic donuts.
Look--I'm a native San Franciscan. Born and raised. And if you're from here, you know there's that one legendary donut shop everyone talks about. But let me be real: I can't go there anymore. Every time I take a bite, it's like I'm chewing a spoonful of Crisco. Not just from them--every donut shop lately has been a disappointment.
It wasn't always like this. Back in the day, I'd hit up the donut shop at midnight with my bestie, grab a dozen, and we'd demolish them like it was a sport. But now I'm in my 40s. That donut life hits different. (Literally... like right in the pancreas.)
Fast forward to the other night--my sister's baby is in the ICU, I was tired, hungry, and emotionally drained. I drove by your shop and thought, "Nah, I'm not about to be disappointed again." But my stomach said, "Girl, if you don't pull over..." So I did.
Walked in like, Whaaaat?! Let me just say: never go to a donut shop on an empty stomach. I ended up buying one of everything.
And then today? I was back. Bought three more. I'm officially a PHATTY now--Pretty Hot And Tempting... plus hungry. (No room for the H.)
My faves? Blueberry and mint. Which is wild because I HATE blueberry, but these?!? These are built different. And the key lime? Don't even get me started. Even my daughter just ran into my room like, "Mom, I NEED a donut."
All this to say... I'm hooked. Like, "drive across town in traffic for one more" kind of hooked.
Only feedback? Customer service could use a little sugar dusting--though the young woman working was sweet. But the donuts? 10/10. On. Point.