Lately it’s been raining a bit around here. I’ve fallen asleep to the pitter-patter of rain, woken up to the pitter-patter of rain, scooted down the freeway with the pitter-patter of rain on the windshield, and dashed from car to building to escape the pitter-patter of rain on my head. I’ve also gone to sleep to rain that sounded like hail & woken up to rain that sounded like there was a river outside my house instead of a road. I’ve driven with the wipers on fast-forward while barely being able to see through the rain-drenched windshield, and arrived at the office looking like a drowned rat. We’ve had every kind of rain you can imagine. All of it has been wet. We’re feeling a bit soggy round the edges. The upside – because there is always an upside – is that it’s not snow, and it’s not cold. Spring is just around the corner. I am convinced of it.
Which reminds me. A few months back, almost longer ago than I care to remember, I determined that a Maple Bar was a most fitting morsel to herald the arrival of Fall. I had heard it said that Top Pot make Maple Bars that would stop you caring about any kind of weather. I felt compelled to discover if this was, in fact, true. So one Saturday, after driving round & round trying to find the Top Pot in Bellevue, I happened upon a parking spot that required less walking than if I had simply left the car at home. I was somewhat confused upon walking in the door. Wait. I wanted Top Pot. This is Starbucks. No. The sign says Top Pot. Hang on. It feels like Starbucks. It looks like Starbucks. Is it me? Is this really a Starbucks? Was I confused in that Top Pot just sell their donuts in Starbucks? No? Oh. By this time I had made my way warily to the counter. After all…I didn’t want Starbucks. Peering into the display case, this was definitely Top Pot – rows upon rows of donuts, and none of those other goings-on that you’d find in a Starbucks. Phew. Secretly, I was still having a touch of coffee shop déjà vu. Then they gave me china, and all was well in my world.
The joint was filled to bursting – mommies & daddies with tots & strollers. Brightly colored scarves & boots adorned many a tousle-headed, bleary-eyed bambino. Thick-paged, cartoon-animal-strewn books were scattered across laps & tables from one end of the store to the other. Only a few bar stools remained, overlooking the drizzly, grey pavement beyond the large picture windows.
The Hot Chocolate, I’ll have you know, was cute-looking & very drinkable – warm, frothy, not-too-sweet, & chocolaty enough to know it was chocolate. Plus, served in a china mug. I slurped contentedly as I swung my legs under the stool at the bar, looking out at the water droplets dripping slowly from the bushes outside.
The Maple Bar was delicious. I was frightened it was going to be one of those “cake” doughnuts. I still have near nightmares about those things. Doughnuts should be yeast-risen. Like this one. Soft, yielding dough, slightly crusty on the outside & a white line around the middle. The maple frosting was very sweet but very maple-y. The entire thing was huge. 580 calories huge. Now, if calories mattered, I might care about that number, but since they don’t, neither do I. In other news, I could down 4 Krispy Kremes to one of these. It’s a BIG doughnut.
It was a short yet splendid stop; and that Maple Bar really did make me stop caring about what the weather was doing. At least for a little while. Maybe I’ll go have another one to herald the near arrival of Spring.
NatashaI’ve never been a maple bar kinda gal, but Top Pot has the best raspberry doughnuts around (it’s the jam). However, their mocha stinks is the absolute worst, hands down. They get away with it being so cool. I used to live 2 blocks from the Capitol Hill branch, so maybe it was their recipe, I dunno.
cbI think this was the first Maple Bar I have ever eaten (in my life). I’d definitely have another if I was in a doughnut frame of mind. Now I want a raspberry one….
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