The Main Gang

Salut, my friends!

I’m here to tell you about an adventure I recently had! It was pretty rad, I must say.

You’ve probably heard of the place, it’s called Fourty-Ninth Parallel Coffee Roasters, and guess what they do?

THAT’S RIGHT THEY ROAST COFFE. LA LA LA.

They also have these little darlings called “Lucky’s Doughnuts” and man, am I one LUCKY girl to have these in my presence.

I am greeted by a delightful assortment of lovely, little doughnuts that are all screaming my name.  They’re in this golden box where they all have these snazzy little name tags.  My mind is a tad scattered when I walk in, but I manage to settle for a chocolate chip cookie dough, and a crème brûlée doughnut.  I stare at their ‘New-Age’ coffee drinks and settle for a mocha, because girl needs her chocolate fix.  I feel a tad out of place in ratty white Converse and a ribbed tank top. To fit in, you kind of want that clean, polished, hipster-wearing-plaid look.

coffee and friiiends

Anyway, once you get used to the vibe, and you cry about the fact that there’s no wi-fi on weekend’s until 4PM, it’s a pretty awesome deal. They push you down this assembly line of smooth-feeling (seriously, caress the counter when you’re there!) wooden counter and eventually call out your order in a cheery fashion. Finding a table is kind of a weird deal, but eventually I find a seat at this cutesy community table, which I almost carve my name into.

This community table is a real MIX of people. There’s a mom and her baby, and her husband (partner? I don’t know.) There is a girl with dreads and she is rocking it.  (What is her secret? What is her shampoo?) Also, I think the two guys at the end are on a first date, and like, it looks kind of awkward.  I bet the one who ordered the bacon doughnut doesn’t know that the other one is a vegetarian, now THAT would be good. I do think my cat, Tabby, would even have a good meow-meow-laugh at that dynamic.

LOOK! You can see the people on the other side of the glass ICING the doughnuts.  Now THAT is special. Wow, there’s one that even has peanut butter inside it! This place is just insane with variety!

I really should eat my doughnuts.

Okay, here goes:

WOW.

The chocolate chip cookie dough is real, real, real.

It’s decadent, rich, moist, and chocolatey. (Yes, the most important factor.) I may consider eloping with this doughnut.

Next, the creamy bruleyy thing!

OKaaay. That was kind of life changing in a way where you don’t want to go back. Like, when you try something so wrong it’s right.

PEOPLE. There is burnt sugar with a creamy creamy dreamy vanilla cream inside and it is damn right.  This is kind of what dreams are made of, and by kind of I really mean: damn it, I want clouds to be made out of this stuff so I can fly my friend Amanda’s private jet up there every day just to eat it.

Seriously, the doughnuts are NUTS.

I’m sorry, I had to.

Anyway, I must say this is a fantastic place to people watch and laugh at other people as they try to write or like finish their novel or whatever artsy hipsters do. I don’t actually know.

It is a tad, TAD pricey so make sure to bring your change purse, your wallet, and your REAL purse cause girl is gonna need it unless she’s on a date with someone real, real, rich. You feel me?

Anyway, this experience changed my outlook on life, and it’s safe to say you may see me there at least twice a week since, like, I only live down the block.