I already raved about Leo’s Donuts in Radcliff, Kentucky. They are the best. I spend my disposable income there. The proof is my body-fat percentage.
On Friday, they set the bar even higher.
Picture, if you will, a small-town donut shop experiencing late-morning doldrums after the breakfast rush.
I enter and look at the case. The maple bacon donuts are gone. I sigh and say “It looks like I missed your morning batch of maple bacon donuts. Bummer.”
The lovely employee at the counter replied “I can make you a couple right now.”
I had no words. I merely nodded my head and wept softly.