I tried a Krispy Kreme donut once. Aside from the name of the company being nauseating, the donut was just awful - way too sugary, way too fatty. And yes, I realize the irony of saying a donut was too sugary and fatty.
I don’t really know what the Tim Horton’s allure is, either, since I don’t drink coffee, but I do acknowledge that it’s here and it’s not going anywhere.
What’s all this milk nonsense? God intended both tea and coffee to be consumed as black as a starless night, people. A small amount of sugar may be added to taste (southern-style sweet tea just goes way too far and into the realm of vile). Seriously, if you want dairy, order a latte or chai. Coffee and tea are too good to be corrupted with your moo-juice.
Also, coffee and tea should be strong enough that you can actually feel it eating holes in your digestive tract. It should smack you in the face and shout, “Hey, I’m your source of caffeine, and that means I’m in fucking charge here!”, and then set off some firecrackers in your skull.
…or maybe that’s just me who likes that in my hot beverages…
Well, technically they aren’t free in that I’m quite certain Husky’s monthly invoice from Schlumberger is in the millions, but I don’t have to pay for them, and that’s what really counts.
More interestingly, how is it that Coffee Times seem to create this weird bubble of sketchiness around them when installed in otherwise non-sketchy places? (cite: Coffee Time in the Koreatown stretch of Bloor W in Toronto) You could plonk a Cracky Time in the middle of Rosedale and within minutes, the dregs of local society would pop up out of nowhere and gather in front to chain-smoke and run their latest scams.
I want a donut now, but I have to wait until I get off work. I always try and buy a coffee on Camp Day. I remember how much fun camp was, though I didn’t go to one of theirs.
I love Canadians and I love Tim Horton’s.
One Timeat band camp , my husband I were checking into a hotel on the Canuckian side of Niagara Falls. The Front Desk girl asked us if we wanted a Wooter Blaht.
Now, my grandparents were Canadian before the became Americans.
I’ve grown up with jaunts into the Canadian Frontier ( ok, Ontario.) my entire life.
I’ve listen to Hockey Night In Canada (eh) fer YEARS.
**But…When that hotel chickie said, " Wooter Bblaht."
My husband and I just went, " Whaaaa".**
She had to repeat it several times before my brain figured out “Water Bed.” (The bed part didn’t sound like BED either. I don’t know what it sounded like. Maybe Bahd/Biid/Beeed. I have no farking clue. We were absolutely shredded from driving in 90*+ temps in a car without air and pretty hostile towards each other when we found our hotel because that four hour drive was the culmination of " I told you the AC wasn’t working…but did you listen to me!!!" for weeks before hand. Oh, and it was some FARKING CANANDIAN WEEKEND TOO, too boot. What was it, St. Smegma Day or what? I had spent the entire day previously calling every farking hotel on the Canuck side to find THERE IS NOTHING AVAILABLE except Michael’s Inn which was really out of his Tightwad Pricerange. So, we decide to WING IT…to see NO VACANCY signs everywhere. Where was there a VACANCY SIGN? At. Michael’s INN. Where Did we Stay? Michael’s Inn. Good times.
Every now and then I will throw in " Wooter Bed" into a convo with my husband and we still go, " Whaaaa."
It was the strangest experience I’ve ever had in Canada.
That includes the night we had dinner in Toronto at Gretzky’s restaurant and we had front row window seats for a car in the outside lot that caught on fire.
We watched for a good two hours as the firemen dealt with the engine fire that eventually spread to the rest of the car…and watching the firemen smash the windows of the car illegally parked next to a hyrant to run the hose through. And how the car’s paint on the other side was blistering from the heat.
The burnt car was towed away and the owners of the two other cars on either side returned shortly after to one of the funniest WTF moments I’ve ever seen.
I really wish hand held cameras were available then.
Thus concludes my remininsing about Canuckistan. I return you to your regularly scheduled rant about Tim Horton’s.
True story: Last week I walked into a corner grocer’s near Commercial Drive, looking for ice cream. Hardly anything on the shelves, refrigerator case all but empty, a guy sitting behind the counter who was clearly waaaay toooooo hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh, and a huge “mural” on the floor depicting papaver somniferum.
Yes. What distinguishes southern Sweet Tea is mixing in the sugar while the batch is still hot, right after you pull out the tea bags, before you put in ice/extra water. This allows you to superconcentrate the sugar. If you can’t dangle a string in it and make rock candy, it’s not Sweet Tea, it’s merely sweetened ice tea.
I don’t mean to keep disagreeing, but I suspect you’re thinking of a different donut. Either that, or someone is playing tricks on you. Dunkin’ Donuts make cake style, but Krispy Kreme never has. Their donuts could never be considered anything approaching dense. They are light and airy as a donut can be, though well covered in glaze.
I must concur with our esteemed member from Atlanta - the gross Krispy Kreme I had was, well, “light” is too flattering for that terrible donut, but it wasn’t dense or heavy. It was nothing but sugar and lard.
And for the record, I say water bed as “water bed,” and I’ve been Canadian all my life. I think most US Americans would understand me.
OK…I’m probably wrong. I brought this up while watching the hockey game last night and while we all agreed that we didn’t like Krispy Kreme donuts, only my sister and I felt that they were heavy/dense.
Maybe it’s the glaze, maybe it’s been 5 years since I’ve had one or maybe someone brought some faux KK donuts into our house and passed them off as the real thing.
Maybe it’s like the “secret” menu in some Chinatown restaurants… you have to look like you belong in the club before they’ll give you one. In which case, I suspect you simply have too many teeth to qualify for the Secret Menu Club.
(or maybe you should try snorting a powdered donut… I suspect that ain’t icing sugar)
I’m no superfan of Tim’s (mostly because I don’t drink coffee), but I have hit the place more in the past month than in the past… oh… 8 years. Mostly because they’re everywhere and I haven’t had time to do anything.