Not to mention a honey glazed as big as your head
I’m up in Portland, Oregon this weekend, hanging with Jon Swann, seeing the sights. I really like it here. Portland’s got big mountains, big rivers, beautiful parks, tasty microbrews, cute hipsters, and Powell’s Books. But you know what’s best about this town? Voodoo Donuts.
Need an apple fritter covered with peanut glaze and chocolate chips? They’ve got it. A maple glaze with bacon on top? How did you know? A three-piece called the Cock And Balls with creme in the testicles? Don’t mind if I do. Add to the menu the tatooed vixens behind the counter you get a place I’ve been searching for my whole life: donut heaven. It’s a miracle we ever left the store.