Last May, I participated in the Windy City Travel Tweetup. Met some “old” friends (Lola and Leah) and some new ones (Francesca, Pola, Aaron, and Ted) – by the way, check those blogs out! As part of any tweetup, we like to hit some neat local spots and discover the unique places in a city. So, it was exciting to run into a list of the best doughnut places in the U.S. that had been published by Food & Wine as one of the places WAS in Chicago: the Doughnut Vault.
The story has been eloquently told with awesome pictures here. But I thought it’d be good to tell the story from my side…
The Pickup
Our fellow tweetupers, Leah and Aaron, volunteered to grab doughnuts at the Doughnut Vault and get some coffee for the rest of the gang; key word is volunteered – which made them my favorite people, of course. Not being one to pass an opportunity for yummy doughnuts AND sleep in a little, I accepted. Lo and behold, the doughnut place had a line that took our friends an 1.5 hrs to clear! Leah texted me informing me of the horrible situation (it was also raining some) they were in. I offered to join them after a leisurely shower but Leah very kindly told me to not worry so I didn’t. Now, I have to go a step further and show some evidence as I have to show my thoughtfulness… (I learned this trick from a lunatic blogger a little over a month ago…)
Notice how I expressed my appreciation up there?
The Tasting
When they got to the hotel, we were eager to try the doughnuts. I was almost salivating looking at the doughnut and was dying to try it.
As I took a bite a few pictures were taken. Leah showed the non-airbrushed picture in her post but here is my preferred shot:
OK, so I take a bite and… it was OK. Inside my head neurons start wildly spinning trying all branches of logic to see what the right statement was going to be. My programmers didn’t factor in the Leah factor…
Meltdown! Core Dump!
I was in trepidation at saying anything other than “ausgezeichnet! wunderbar! completely out of this world; I have never had a doughnut like that and will never again” yet I couldn’t lie to a friend either. What to do, what to do?? Amperes were flowing through my brain’s electrical wiring seeking the coded instructions to no avail; it was an IF statement without a proper switch for the current situation. It finally hit the ELSE statement and “it’s OK” came out of my I/O device: my vocal cords.
Action in the room froze. I detected a slight shaking in some of those present. Leah’s eyes became red. A red that only the core of the sun has. Lightning flashed in front of her.
Cold as Ice
And then I had a sip of my coffee. Cold as an iceberg. The heat of the glare evaporated as this not-intended-to-be-cold cold coffee worked its way down my esophagus. Now THEREIN the real crime in the morning with nary a microwave in sight.
Conclusion
I hope my post clarifies some of the finer points of the morning, adding to what Leah shared. Leah who so generously gave of her time (along with Aaron) so we could try those doughnuts. Further, I hope this post communicates the extreme duress I was under with the pressure to LOVE the doughnut and with having to drink that hyper-cold intended-to-be-hot coffee.
We have learned something here. We all have, dear reader, haven’t we? What have we learned out of all this? Do not trust all “”best” X lists you read and watch out for the Doughnut Vault: they don’t take cash and don’t tell until you approach the door an hour + after you get in line!
(No pets or children were harmed in the production of this post.)
