The Donut Shop Chronicles
Oh yeah, I owned a donut shop once. And it was one of the most insane, rewarding, and caffeine-fueled experiences of my life.
About five years into my design career, my wife and I decided to take a wild turn. She had been running a bakery outside of Austin, and I was working at an ad/tech agency. Some life events, mixed with our entrepreneurial spirit, led us to Redmond, WA, where we found the perfect little donut shop right down the road from Microsoft’s campus.
Ever wondered what it’s like to wake up at 10:00 PM, start work at 11:00 PM, and make donuts until sunrise? It’s a grind—literally. But it was also deeply satisfying. Seeing customers line up out the door, chatting over espresso and fresh pastries, was incredible.
Our maple bars were the crowd favorite—people would buy them by the dozen. Personally, I loved the maple old fashioned, but I also took pride in my espresso-making skills. I even got pretty good at latte art and briefly considered becoming a barista after we sold the shop. Some of my favorite moments were on Sunday mornings when we were closed. My wife and I would fire up the espresso machine just for ourselves, making triple grande mochas and enjoying the quiet.
What I miss most? The people. We had such amazing customers, and many became close friends. Even 12 years later, I still get calls from one of them—he was always pitching ideas for another food venture and even offered to back us financially. That sense of community was truly special.
So why aren’t we still making donuts? We decided to start a family, and let’s just say donut shop hours and parenting don’t exactly mix. Funny enough, the universe had its own timing—just 30 minutes after getting our first positive pregnancy test, we got a cold call from a couple looking to buy a donut shop. The rest is history.