3 /5 JESSE Travels: Ah, Dottie’s Donuts—the place that looks like it once had a cameo in a low-budget romcom where the sheriff gets ambushed before he can finish his coffee. I pulled in after a soul-snatching 13.5-hour shift, 14 days deep into this Groundhog Day of a job cycle. My boots were dragging and my patience was thinner than hospital toilet paper. But hey, a coworker swore by this joint—said he stops here every morning like it’s church and Dottie is the donut-popping preacher.
From the outside, this place had all the charm of a she-shed with dreams. It looked like a spot where youd expect to find a lady in overalls potting plants, not flaky pastries. But lo and behold—step inside, and the vibe flips like a bad magic trick. Clean, spacious, and smelled like a bakery should—flour, sugar, and regret.
Now, I arrived at 7 AM—prime donut hours, right? Wrong. They had maybe a half-dozen options out, and while those donuts were big enough to qualify as flotation devices, they just didn’t scream “eat me.” More like, “meh, we’re here if you’re desperate.” But hey, at least it wasn’t a Walmart tray of stale sugar discs, so there’s that.
I came for the biscuit—the legendary bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit—hyped up more than a Marvel movie by my buddy. But let’s talk about the main character of this saga: The Lady Behind the Counter. I wasn’t my usual polite, “yes ma’am” Southern gent self. I was more like “yup”—which in my defense is code for “I’m running on caffeine and resentment.” She didn’t like that. She came back with a “Yup?” and a few more spicy side comments like she was trying out for a stand-up set. Normally, I’d volley back with some charm, but that morning I was about as playful as a DMV line.
Now, the biscuit—soft texture, kinda weird but not bad. Did it blow my mind? No. Was it better than a gas station breakfast sandwich? Absolutely. My buddy must’ve eaten his on a good day or while high on endorphins from skipping sleep, because his review had me expecting biscuit nirvana.
Would I go back? Yeah… if I was still stuck in Borger and desperate for breakfast. But will I make one last stop before I leave town? Nah. I’m good. . 3 stars, mostly cause the ladies attitude.
