Lozzi Donuts and the woman upstairs

During our fun afternoon downtown yesterday, we gorged on gigantic ice cream desserts and oogled all the prime shopping outlets that Chunxi Lu has to offer. After nearly ODing on my double chocolate sundae, I set my eyes on Starbucks for some coffee to top it all off. While there, the woman behind me in line had a familiar, donut-shaped box. Rachel asked for directions, and we were on the trail.

After brief stopovers to watch the crowds play Wii skiing and mini-curling (promotion for Winter Olympics?) we saw more of the telltale boxes and knew we were on the right track.



Finally, there is was. A branch of Lozzi Donuts, a designer donut and coffee shop. A few such stores have popped into the market just in the last year, and this was our first opportunity to try it out. Full or not, this was not an opportunity to pass up.

The air smelled of fresh donuts, which were attractively laid out on trays behind a long glass counter. This provided an excellent opportunity to inspect and inquire about the different types (of which there were around 20) before picking which ones you want. In addition, the donut-makers were on display as well, allowing you to view the whole process from start to finish. It reminded me of the Krispy Kreme stand-alone shops.

We picked out the 6 best-looking options and brought them home for Sunday breakfast. Yum!



In other news, a mystery was solved, much to our own embarrassment. We often see an older lady walking in our building's stairway. Earlier this year, Rachel told me that she saw the woman in another building, walking. Her conclusion was that she was homeless (or just a wanderer) and that she spends her time trekking through the buildings as a scavenger. [For this reason, Rachel would not let me put my dirty shoes outside for fear of theft] I observed her on multiple occasions and had no reason to doubt this claim - she walked fairly slow, and without any particular purpose.

But this weekend, we saw her again, walking into our building. But this time, she was holding a bag of vegetables. We followed her up the stairs and watched her continue up to the 6th (and top) floor....where she was greeted heartily by a small child, presumably her grandchild. So the lady we thought was a homeless drifter was actually just our upstairs neighbor, who walks slow simply because she is an old lady who lives in a 6th floor apartment with no elevator. Wow. We make for some lousy neighbors...

-alan