This was said to me today “Imagine if an american donuts and a french croissant met at a party, dance for a while, flirt, eventually have sex, one got pregnant and they had a delicious jelly/cream filled baby….well…that’s a cronut.” – Wait what?!
Yes, this is the definition of cronut given to me by the girl at the coffee shop when I asked what the hell they were, and I really thought her head was going to explode.. “OMG, You don’t know?!” I guess that was the first sign, and after hearing the “definition” I’ve just should have walked backwards to the door and GTFO (get the fck out) But no, I had to be a sarcastic btch.. “OMG, NO WAY…give me two, that’s sooo creative” and that they story of how I got two cronuts back home.
