Interesting that DR Elmore was thwarted in his Dunkin' Donuts plans, because as it turned out, I decided to make a pit stop at the "Mobil on the Hutch" (the only, and hence VERY popular gas/food stop midway on that particular route) for something along those lines. They're a Krispy Kreme dealer, with a rack for fresh ones when just delivered, and if you've ever had them, you know that a fresh warm Krispy Kreme glazed is well nigh indescribable.
DRs, I'm here to tell you that rack was EMPTY. The few other breakfast pastries were unappealing, so there went those plans, right out the window on the Hutchinson River Parkway. I was able to sleep in quite late this morning, and believe you me, a plate of slightly warmed KK product would be the PERFECT thing right about now.
Of course I should have dealt with this whilst on the isle of Manhattan, at least gotten something decent, somewhere. By the time I got to Danbury, about 1 a.m., I'd downed a Snickers bar and thoughts of donuts had been left some miles back. So, here I am. A Man Without Donuts. Or Doughnuts, as I prefer to "type", because those that remind me of the way Doughnuts used to be before there were Donuts, are my favorite. The little Krispy Kreme glazed have the power to do that.