If you ever find yourself in Wichita, Kansas, make a pit stop at this place called The Donut Whole. It’s a kitschy coffee shop featuring a large chicken out front (that won me over in and of itself) that specializes in weirdo donuts—crispy bacon donuts, root beer float donuts, S’Mores donuts, PBG (peanut butter and grape) donuts, Fluffernutter donuts….
I’m in Wichita for Thanksgiving and yesterday Jake and I trekked the 2.6 miles to The Donut Whole. We bought a dozen of those suckers and ate 8 OF THEM (Jake ate six, I swear, while I ate a dainty and ladylike two).
The verdict: Um, yum. Old fashioned cake donuts—how can you go wrong? Though we both agreed the fruity-sweet picks — creamsicle, cherry soda, etc — are better suited for a younger person’s palate than our grown up and very rarefied tastes; we preferred the peanut butter swirl, choco-crispy and coconut cream donuts. You know, the epicurean selections.
Sunnie and Cowboy got to partake, too. The Donut Whole makes doggie donuts made from “whole wheat flour, milk, brown sugar, ginger and bacon fat topped with vet-approved sweet, pink candy coating and rainbow sprinkles.”
Yeah, I think they liked ‘em.