Vale Mr Donuts

I’ve been meaning to write about Mr Donuts for some time now, but I never thought it would be on such a sad note.

For it is my solemn duty to report that we are officially over Mr Donuts. Even Ruby has pronounced that she is a bit sick of doughnuts (though Felix continues to toe the party line). Last weekend we actually drove straight past the hallowed shrine without pulling in, which was a first for the Sushi on a Stick household, a watershed, a portent, a harbinger of…. er, sorry, got a bit carried away there.

Anyway, gone are the days when no excuse was too trifling for us to pop in to Mr D for a quick restorative doughnut. And with the kids at school ten hours a day we don’t have time for such shenanigans in any case. Yes, the coffee may well be the best available in the immediate area but at the end of the day it’s just not that great, and I prefer to make my own at home using these dinky little private coffee filters:

Thanks to those heady doughnut-fuelled first couple of months, we have acquired enough loyalty points for a full set of Mr Donuts coffee mugs, a Mr Donuts carry bag and a handsome Mr Donuts bento box that Ruby can take to high school.

So we’ve got the loyalty goods. We’ve sampled the entire doughnut range. We’re even on speaking terms with some of the staff. What more is there to life?