Gourdough's: Part II of Catherine T.'s and Lisa M.'s S. Lamar trailer dining experience
Let's remember that I was slightly tipsy last time I went here, and my memory is therefore a bit hazy. Let's also remember that the first time I ordered a Mama's Cake donut at Gourdough's, I was robbed of cake batter and was none too enthused about it.
After having gorged ourselves at Odd Duck, Lisa and I decided to say "Fuck you!" to the scale and order up some fried goodness. I don't think Lisa had eaten at Gourdough's before, so I was excited to see her reaction to the food. She ordered two donuts, one to take home to her hubby, and I got the Mama's Cake again.
The donuts took forEVAH to come out. Lisa and I worried after a while that they'd lost our orders, so we went up and checked. Nope, they hadn't lost our orders; they were just extremely busy. No problem.
My Mama's Cake came out first, and I immediately dove in. The cake batter was plentiful this time. This might possibly be because I practically begged the counter dude to give me a lot since I had only gotten a half tablespoon of the stuff in my previous donut. There was so much cake batter in the most recent donut, that I became a victim of assault and cake-battery. I can't recall if I slobbered on the table while plugging my mouth full of chocolate cake-batter goodness, but I wouldn't be surprised if Lisa got incriminating photos of me doing so. Lisa got a Funky Monkey and something else. She let me try a bit of the Funky Monkey, and it was great. Y'know, I seem to remember her eating the other donut -- the one she was going to take home to hubby. If I'm right, then I guess that proves how good Gourdough's is: A marriage made in Heaven is no match for a Satan-kissed donut.
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