Angela and I went to the shop to see what the fuss was all about, and I will stop just shy of saying that the doughnut shop put a spell on us because the two of us left with about three dozen doughnuts... for our friends and family, of course. We were cursed by the voodoo doughnut to have an unrelenting craving for these fried rounds of dough, but partly, it was because we had absolutely no willpower. None.
Here are the doughnuts that I bought with the exact descriptions from the menu on the Voodoo website... and some of my commentary. The site may curse you with uninhibited gluttony too, and it may have possessed me to say some of these things. Beware.
There you have it... a baker's dozen of the most popular devilish delights from Voodoo. I took them back to So Cal with me. Angela had a dozen of these too. We got stares from everyone walking through the weird streets of Portlandia, and when we got moved up to the front of the plane (because the TV screen wasn't working), some of the passengers on the plane accused us of bribing the cabin attendants with doughnuts... jokingly, I think. And back at Long Beach Airport, a dad even said to his son, "Hey, remember the man with all the doughnuts?"
Sugar overload for real. Until the next voodoo curse, let's all get S.O.F.A.T.
ML - 20120915