Hello doughnut altar, you’re just what I wanted to see at eight in the morning. Tangy buttermilk old fashioned, yeasty chestnut glazed, and sweet chocolate with sprinkles. Yup, this is my kind of mass.
At 400 1/2 North Franklin, in a world not so far away, is a little hole of a place. It’s a tiny box of a store front sliced out of bigger, but not any grander buildings, aptly named the Doughnut Vault. White tiles, mellow blue paint, and racks of freshly fried and glazed doughnuts. Get in line, buy a bag or box or two, and be happy you got up in the morning.