A few weeks ago, Rene introduced us to one of Chicago's unsung hero's, the Dat Donut.
Well, yesterday I found myself with rare treat: the car and no girls. I HAD to make the long drive from Oak Park to Chatham. Granted some would take the Dan Ryan, but I like to look at the great houses on King, Michigan, etc. Actually, I could not even hold out for lunch, needing to eat first at Manny's.
Well, Dat remains great. I nabbed four of the elusive buttermilk as well as an assortment of raised, cake and filled donuts. The Dat Donut is at once heavy and light. Sturdy in its outer wall but airy within. By this evening only about 3 dounts remain in the bungalow.
For those still hesitating in their donut runs, think Dat again.