I assumed he’d told the story so many times by now to so many customers that he was simply tired of telling it. “Well, there’s a story behind that,” Gramps told us. “You must have a wonderful relationship with your son and daughter-in-law for them to base their entire business around you and want you here every day,” my husband said. “My job is to come in every day from seven to eleven and sit here,” he said. He was, he said, simply its namesake and ambassador. He told us that the donut shop belonged to his son and daughter-in-law. We told Gramps we were from Nashville, and said we couldn’t wait to taste his donuts. Once our donuts were boxed and paid for, we headed back over to Donut Dennis. Or a maple-glazed donut versus one topped with chocolate and cookie crumbles?Ĭould you possibly pick between a donut covered in cinnamon sprinkles and one smothered in the most heavenly strawberry icing? I’m guessing the answer is no. I mean, how do you choose between a snickerdoodle-glazed donut and one with a lemony frosting that’s counterbalanced by the sweetest of blueberries? If you’d been in my shoes, I’m betting you would have done the same… It’s the Ferrier way, after all - and I was pretty sure our kids, who were still sleeping in our hotel room, wouldn’t mind helping us eat our way through the options. Once our turn came, we ordered one of everything. One thing you should know about me is that I will take literally any opportunity to fangirl - Meeting Gramps at Gramps was no exception. “We’ve got to talk to him after we get our donuts,” I said excitedly.
“ Dennis is Gramps!” I pointed at the drawing. “Dennis!” I whispered, grabbing my husband’s arm. As I looked around the place, I noticed the Gramps logo. What are the chances?” Taking the carafe from the barista, he told him, “Hey, this guys’s name is Dennis, too!” We all had a good laugh and then Dennis - my Dennis– and I moved forward in line. “Well, how about that?” the man chuckled. “My name’s Dennis, too,” he told the man. “Sorry,” one of the men said to the barista as he stood up. We turned to find two older gentlemen seated at the table behind us. “Oh sure,” came a voice from directly behind my husband.
Who was this guy and how did he know my husband’s name? “Could you put this out?” For a second, we stood frozen. “Could you put this out?” he asked, looking straight at my husband.
The three employees behind the counter were busy making lattes and boxing donuts for customers, but as soon as we got in line, one of them paused and looked at us, a creamer-filled carafe in his hands. In short order, my husband, Dennis, and I parked, entered, and joined the line that snaked all the way to the door. The sheer number of people inside Gramps Coffee & Donuts was enough to make us sit up and take notice. Sure, you could keep on going to wherever it was you were going, but why not stop instead and explore for a few minutes, especially when there’s plenty of street parking? That’s exactly how we ended up here last Saturday morning: The streets are lined with beautifully restored Victorian buildings that today hold trendy boutiques and antique stores, neighborhood bars, cozy coffee shops, and restaurants. I challenge you to drive through Owensboro, Kentucky’s historic downtown without stopping - It’s pretty much impossible.
But the story behind the shop may be even sweeter. You’ll find some of the best donuts in the country at Gramps Coffee & Donuts in Owensboro, Kentucky.
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