About a week or two, I attended a concert at the Tower Theater. It was stellar—the Psychedelic Furs always are—but afterward, perhaps high off contact vapors, I found myself very hungry.
As I exited the building and walked down 23rd towards Western, I came upon an untried vendor of baked goods – Hurts Donuts Co., 601 NW 23rd.
While I have heard of them, I admit I was not very familiar with the Springfield, Missouri-based concept, but as I sauntered into the sweet-smelling establishment, I was quickly taken back to my early twenties, when I'd frequent the all-night dives of sugar-laden hovels for the weary and the tired.