Let’s take a quick trip back in time. A few years ago, the city of Rockville, where I grew up, tore up a huge vacant lot and put in a completely new downtown, complete with suburban chic architecture and plenty of trendy upscale stores. While many of us believed that Rockville could not support such a place and that most of the stores would quickly fold, surprisingly, we were mistaken. One such store that has stood the test of time is the Fractured Prune, a place which serves gooey warm doughnuts with your choice of delicious, syrupy goodness on top. Before Beth and I became culinary connoisseurs, we ate a lot of meals at the Gordon Biersch next door, and we’d pop on over to the Prune for an after-dinner treat. I was particularly partial to the peppermint patty and French toast flavors.
Well, after making a return visit, I am happy to report that the place hasn’t changed. The doughnuts are still delicious, they’re still served fresh and piping hot, and you still have to eat them with a fork and wipe your mouth liberally afterwards. The place also garnered the approval of my friend Jordan, a known dessert aficionado, who was in town for a race and came with me on one of my visits.
In conclusion, Fractured Prune good. Cold doughnuts bad. Go get a hot doughnut if you live in Maryland. And if you don’t, be sad. (See what I did there, with the rhyming? Still thinking about becoming a rapper one of these days.)
