This coffee was worse than the cheapest economy coffee I have been given on cheap airlines – or when eating in greasy-spoon cafes. My doughnut was supposed to contain raspberry jam as a filling – but I was left trying to eat a large ball of badly cooked dough – (empty of any filling) until I reached the extremity of one side. Then a slither of raspberry jam-syrup presented itself (about the size of a match-stick) – but I had to wash-down this monstrosity with a cup of f’ckning awful coffee! My eldest daughter – Mei-An – refused to finish a milkshake which tasted of nothing whatsoever – and seemed to be made merely cold e-numbers in a cup! A cup of non-descript chemicals, no less. Still, we put a brave face on it – as if we were in the “Blitz” – and the Nazi German bombing will not break our spirit of resistance! This was a thoroughly weird and mystifying experience considering how much this US firm charges us – British people – to frequent their premises and taste their wares! Obviously, I am a man of considerably compromise. Should a Krispy Kreme Executive feel compelled to offer my family a voucher of some kind – then I would be more than willing to accept this gift and moderate my tome! I will not hold my breath…
SANGHA KOMMUNE (SSR) 