There are easier reasons to cross Des Moines before breakfast, but apparently I chose an apple fritter.
I had heard people talk about this little Iowa donut shop for a while, and one item kept sneaking into the conversation. The fritter had fans, strong opinions attached to it, and enough local buzz that curiosity eventually won.
So I made the drive on a chilly morning and found a modest counter where regulars were already coming and going like they had done this a hundred times before…