I was only in the gym 45 minutes, not a second more. I don’t think the air conditioning was even on. Sweat was streaming down my shins in a dozen separate streams, and sweat was falling from my inner elbow by the second exercise. All the ladies in the changing room were batching, which I find impressive since anywhere from 20-40% of all conversations are bitching about how it’s too hot or too cold.
In bird season I have two ideas;
Since it was directly in front of the subway station it could be that someone wanted the staff to clean up poop forever.
Perhaps someone is being annoyed by a night owl tenant and wanted to make them suffer by keeping them up early with massive amounts of noise (and they don’t care about collateral damage. )
Looking better, but maybe I’ll spot treat overnight and try again. Maybe they’re permanently stained. :shrugs:
And no ulterior motive.
Mr. Donut has three “New York” cronuts, one of which is maple-topped with Holland cream in the center. So I bought one. For science. Clearly.
It tasted amazing. Exactly perfect.
However, it left a solid layer of fat on the roof of my mouth that would not melt. And since this is Japan, I’m sure it’s 100% shortening. It tasted really, really good but all I remember is that nasty feeling.
It would be pure heaven and the only thing I would ever eat ever again until my (premature) death but as it is now, I think I’ll just go with one of their regular donuts which have about 100 less calories (that are 100% transfat) that all remain in my mouth, unmelting, for five minutes.