As a Canadian, it is in my genome, the very blood in my veins, to go ga ga over donuts. Or doughnuts, as we often spell. This pretty much means that I go to Tim Hortons (aka. the late—bless his soul—hockey king of donuts) more often than is financially responsible, and eat more donuts than is medically safe. Some people can’t live without their Timmy’s coffee. I can’t live without my Timmy’s donuts.
That was until I dinking about on the web and found this photo string of indie donut shops in Boston. If there were more indie donut places around here, I think I’d have no problem giving up Tim’s. I’d also be morbidly obese, and likely become diabetic. But, strangely, I think I could live with that. Here’s why:
Sublurbanite
