When I first arrived in Savannah, I was taken aback by the lack of donut shops. Well quite frankly, by the fact that there weren’t any donut shops besides Krispy Kreme. My astonishment was due in part to the overwhelmingly enormous donut culture back home in Chicago. It felt like there were new stores opening constantly. My choices had appeared endless: Stan’s Donuts, Glazed and Infused, Do-Rite Donut, and, of course, a Dunkin’ Donuts basically on every other block.
So I was thrilled with excitement when I saw via an Instagram post that The Paris Market, a shop and cafe that I had previously visited on occasion for coffee; was now serving donuts from A Squad Bake Shop. Thus, I called up my best gal pal and Trespass Chicago photographer, Erin Wyrosdick, and invited her on a coffee date.
Upon first arriving at The Paris Market, there was a sign decal that read ‘Donuts.’ However, the tray was empty. I inquired the barista as to whether there were more available and she coldly stated that their shipment had yet to arrive. Disappointed, I had ordered a chocolate croissant instead and a black coffee. Additionally, Erin had asked if it would be okay for us to take pictures inside, as we wouldn’t want to cause a disturbance, and she told us it was fine.
Erin and I proceeded to a table, in which we chatted about school and upcoming blog posts. Amidst our conversation, a smiling woman walked in, holding three large tupperware containers filled with donuts. My reaction was like that of a little kid’s: I shrieked while putting my hands to my face. Having yet to take a bite of the croissant, I hurriedly walked back in line.
I had initially thought that perhaps the barista would’ve told me that the donuts arrived; given my initial excitement and then utter letdown. However, she refused to acknowledge my return in line and continued with placing the donuts on a plate upon the coffee bar. I ordered one, and there was no communication between the two of us besides when to swipe my debit card. Perhaps she was having a bad day? Regardless, I started to feel as if our presence wasn’t welcomed.
Back at the table, I still had minor excitement in tasting the donut. It was a biscoff glazed flavor and contained just the right amount of sweet with an incredibly airy texture. It lacked the amount of complexity compared to my ultimate favorite maple bacon long john at Stan’s. However, it was sweet (literally) to now have an option in Savannah.
The Paris Market has a quaint cafe with a full coffee menu, as well as small pastries and sandwiches. Its decor is elegant, rustic, and French at its finest. Prior to my recent visit, I have always received incredible customer service. However, I am now hesitant to return, so I suppose I shall wait for my next donut upon my return home.
The Paris Market is located at 36 W Broughton St, Savannah, GA, 31401.
Photography by Erin Wyrosdick
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