Ben read that they were cash-only, so I was a little worried when I couldn't find an ATM in the weird zone of defunct hair salons and convenience stores between my school and Dat's. Finally, I found one, and it turned out that they accept plastic. Anyway, after sliding my 10 dollar bill through the bullet-proof glass, I came home with these:
And, no, they were not the best donuts ever, but I'll be back because the place was so funky and out of the way that I have to try again. Plus, Linda, the custodian at my school who also shares her spoken-word poetry with me (along with tales about her grandsons and whether or not her new wig makes her look younger), says that Dat's is the best, and, besides, she says the coffee's good.
