What does one do when they finish their third day’s training for school and are completely exhausted?
They don’t feel up to hiking, going out and doing serious photography, or even coming back to the place where they’re staying and going to sleep yet either…
I’ll tell you what they do, they set out on a quest; a quest for the perfect maple bar.
Remember how I once talked about how I’d found a maple bar which I thought was pretty good, and I’d even driven across town to get it? Well, that was awhile ago, and since then I’ve discovered Dunford maple bars, quite possibly the best maple bars on the planet.
Well, after a quick IM conversation with a friend of mine, she challenged me to find the maple bar which could rival those of Dunford Bakery.
I was doubtful.
Was this even possible?
I stopped off at several stores.
Bought several different maple bars.
But none of them could even touch a Dunford.
I was pretty sure that there was nothing even worth my time down here in southern Utah. I’d already combed Hurricane as well as LaVerkin, but neither of them had anything; it seemed only fitting that Cedar City was next on the list for failure to impress.
I first began by accessing Google Info and finding the local bakeries and began to hit them one by one.
Lame. Lame. Okay. Not-so-great. Awful.
I was now convinced that Cedar City was the proverbial ‘cardboard donut capital’ of the world when I passed the Visitor Center. The sign on the street proudly boasted that they had all sorts of information about the city.
I decided to put them to the test.
I pulled in to the parking lot and walked into the building. A young woman, Aimee, approached me as I pushed past the swinging glass doors.
“Can I help you sir?”
“Actually, yes,” I said with a somber expression. “My request might sound a little odd though.”
“We get that stuff all the time,” She grinned back. “Try me.”
“I’m on a personal quest for the best donut in Cedar City…maple bar to be exact. I’ve already been to several places, including Festival City Bakery…so far, I’m not impressed.”
Aimee flinched, her face clearly showing her distaste for the business I just mentioned. “That place is awful,” she crooned. “Don’t ever go there for a good maple bar.”
“Where would you suggest?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
Aimee leaned in conspiratorially, her hand on her chest. In a low voice she said, “Tommie’s Bakery is heavenly.” Her eyelids fluttered slightly. “Quite possibly the best donuts in the county.”
“Really?” I asked. “They’re that good?”
Aimee went on to explain the history of the baker who ran said shop, and how he was ‘a master’ when it came to the culinary art of baking. She began to then give me directions to find Tommie’s which she said was located in a gas station.
“In a gas station?” I asked unbelievingly.
Aimee nodded again, “Like I said before…they’re heavenly. Trust me, you won’t regret it.”
I thanked Aimee for her time and drove to the prescribed destination, wondering if these maple bars could be just as good as Aimee had claimed they were.
Sure enough, there was Tommie’s, down at the gas station, just like she’d said. I pulled into the parking lot and walked into the store. Because Aimee had been so adamant, I decided to buy two.
Still, I was skeptical.
Until I took the first bite.
Aimee was right.
They were heavenly.
But were they as good as a Dunford?
To be honest, I don’t quite know…I guess I had better go back tomorrow to double check.