When I eat a Round Rock donut, all I leave is just the hole!

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The Lone Star Bakery in Round Rock, TX

Bessie Smith's memorable line from her song, "Kitchen Man", is no where more appropriate than in Round Rock, Texas. This morning, Max and I visited the iconic Lone Star Bakery for coffee and one of their "Round Rock Donuts".  These donuts are famous, and rightly so! I first tasted one of them some 35 years ago and have found no reason to eat any other type of donut since then.
 
The bakery also offers cakes, kolaches, muffins, and all sorts of other goodies. But my favorite is always the plain, glazed donut, served hot with a cup of coffee on the side.

Served hot - they melt in your mouth

This morning, I asked if it would be OK if I took a photo or two. They were more than obliging, and brought out a hot donut especially for the photo. Of course I knew that the donut photo would look much better after a bite or two - I almost ate the whole thing before I remembered to take a photo!


Quite an assortment of goodies!


Texas Sized Donuts
If I had not taken this photo myself, I might think that this was trick photography. But she is holding a tray with two Texas Sized donuts. I do not know how many people one Texas size donut will feed. I guess it depends upon where the people are Texans or not. Personally, I am afraid to buy one, fearing that I would eat the whole thing myself!

If you ever get a chance, Lone Star Bakery is located right beside the water tower that has become a symbol of Round Rock. They are doing some road work now, so it takes a bit of maneuvering, but as soon as you bite into one of the Round Rock Donuts, you will know that it was worthwhile. 


Round Rock's Water Tower

Note the longhorns on the donut!

P.S.,  Notice the donut logo on the store front. A donut with longhorns and a Texas star for the hole!

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