While resupplying in town since I currently live out in the boonies, I was on my way to Target from lunch when I spotted Krispy Kreme from the highway. A light appeared from heaven, I think a few angels began singing and like meeting my fourth-grade sweetheart, my heart leapt anew. So, after shopping, I quickly found myself floating through the front doors (after weaving through the four turns necessary to get there from the nearest stoplight) and ordered myself the supremely perfect standard glazed donut and a coffee. The coffee was decent (I wish it had been as good as the donut), but combined, it was like those commercials where the mom happily sips wine while the children eagerly destroy the house behind her. I'm not a mom and I think I felt the joy. So, honestly, when you're jonesin' for that perfect loop of baked happiness and need to partake in the food of the gods, this place is perfect. I mean, it even has couches and comfy seating so you can truly relax while consuming perfection!