As hard as it is for me to deal with the fact that it has been almost a week since I returned from the beach (It’s difficult for me. Seriously. I am completely miserable, San Diego!), this post is heartwarming. It’s not a touchy-feely story about pets or gardens, or even something more poignant like watching friends run a camp for disabled children. No, dear reader this post is heartwarming for other reasons.
Mostly because you literally get a flaming hot bag. Of donuts. I’m talking about the best donuts ever: Britt’s Donuts on Carolina Beach.
When we started coming to this little coastal town a few years ago we just went in to explore. This place isn’t retro. It isn’t throwback. This is where time stands still, specifically in 1939 which is when they opened. The menu has three items: donuts, milk and Pepsi. Oh, you can also get a t-shirt there, but that’s not really a menu item.
There are no flavored donut varieties. No sprinkles. No cream or jelly filled donuts, either. They only do one kind of donut, fixed one way: glazed. But it’s no ordinary glaze. You see, I’ve never gotten a bag, or two, or fifteen that were ready-made, sitting under a heat lamp. No, I’ve always gotten mine straight out of the deep fryer. And that combination of heat, the vegetable oil from the fryer and the powdered glaze concoction (My wife and I deduced it’s mostly powdered sugar, but don’t know what else might be in it) all come together inside the bag and this wonderful glaze forms over each donut. I won’t forget my first donut from Britt’s. Actually I did forget because I didn’t stop eating them until I almost started on a second dozen… But the real point is after the first one, we passed a Krispy Kreme and all I could say was “meh.”
Oh what the heck. Maybe I should just get in the car, drive back to the beach, grab a bag or two or twenty, take a nap on the beach afterwards and then come home.
Or maybe we should just move…