Nope, If I enter a doughnut shop, I have completly lost my center. My "internal sensei" has been bound, duct-taped, and locked in a closet.
Her shocked "you're not REALLY going to EAT that?" carefully deleted from the record.
For the record, Mongo is right; apple fritters rule. But one should also consider the virtues of the custard-filled, chocolate-iced variety.