The Great Donut Drought of 2014.
And 2013. And 2012. And 20... well, you get the point.
It’s over.
You can put away your special donut-dance loincloth now.
No, really. Put it away.
And let it rain glaze at Rhino Doughnuts & Coffee, bakers of liquor-infused donuts and blenders of donut milkshakes, now open in Lauderdale-by-the-Sea.
Yes, we’ve been in the midst of a very long and painful donut drought. Well, the pastry gods are a merciful bunch. So they’ve granted us a donut-ery with a Philippe Chow vet behind the oven. Mighty nice of them.
And he’s taken some creative liberties with your donuts. Liberties that involve chunks of caramelized applewood bacon on a maple-bacon number. And rings of fried dough topped with whipped Nutella and bananas. He’s even masterminded some liquor-infused versions using Guinness stout and tequila. Two birds, one stone and all.
Donut milkshakes. Let those two words sink in for a second.
...
Okay, now picture this: you. Walking in on a scorcher of an afternoon. A Milky Way–topped donut calling out softly to you amidst the din. You heed its cry... by having a kind server toss the whole thing in a blender with a heaping scoop of ice cream.
Bathing suit season be damned.
And 2013. And 2012. And 20... well, you get the point.
It’s over.
You can put away your special donut-dance loincloth now.
No, really. Put it away.
And let it rain glaze at Rhino Doughnuts & Coffee, bakers of liquor-infused donuts and blenders of donut milkshakes, now open in Lauderdale-by-the-Sea.
Yes, we’ve been in the midst of a very long and painful donut drought. Well, the pastry gods are a merciful bunch. So they’ve granted us a donut-ery with a Philippe Chow vet behind the oven. Mighty nice of them.
And he’s taken some creative liberties with your donuts. Liberties that involve chunks of caramelized applewood bacon on a maple-bacon number. And rings of fried dough topped with whipped Nutella and bananas. He’s even masterminded some liquor-infused versions using Guinness stout and tequila. Two birds, one stone and all.
Donut milkshakes. Let those two words sink in for a second.
...
Okay, now picture this: you. Walking in on a scorcher of an afternoon. A Milky Way–topped donut calling out softly to you amidst the din. You heed its cry... by having a kind server toss the whole thing in a blender with a heaping scoop of ice cream.
Bathing suit season be damned.
