It’s no lie that Portland is a donut town. We are completely spoiled with choices of where we can get our donut fix- Voodoo, Pip’s Original, Blue Star, Tonalli’s, Heavenly’s, and my personal favorite, Coco Donuts. As a child, going to the donut shop was one of those few and far between special occasions, but it was usually always a sweet-treat breakfast substitute and consisted of a dozen glazed donut holes (my absolute favorite) and a small carton of milk. Second choice was a maple bar. And every now and then, chocolate sprinkles. I’d have to say those were my top three donuts to turn to. Now? Holy cow. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would land in a town so spoiled with donut choices. There are even rosewater and lavender glazed donuts, Himalayan sea salt with chocolate hazelnut drizzle, blueberry basil bourbon…you could eat donuts for breakfast, lunch and dinner (I’ve tried it once before… key word = once). It’s kind of like you have to love donuts in order to live here. If you don’t, something is wrong with you.