The little building sits quietly on a small town street without any flashy signs or loud colors. I almost walked past it and that would have been a delicious mistake I would regret forever.
Oregon has a way of hiding extraordinary things in ordinary looking places and this bakery is proof. The door opens and the smell of sugar and butter wraps around you like a cozy blanket.
A display case holds rows of donuts that look almost too pretty to eat but do not let that stop you. I bit into a maple bar and the glaze shattered perfectly while the dough melted on my tongue…