Is there anything they can't do?

The older sibling (who could probably go as "thebrightseason" or "the original yellow bastard") sent me a recent New York Times article regarding Midtown Atlanta:

We skip dessert, heading instead for a nightcap at our favorite spot down on Ponce, an Atlanta institution since 1965. The anticipation grows as we near. Will the circular beacon in the window flash its neon welcome?

“Hot Now,” it screams, and the whooping commences in the back seat. We watch as our glazed Krispy Kreme doughnuts rumble down the conveyor belt, knowing that a frosty night in Atlanta cannot end any more warmly than this.

Mmmmmm.... doughnuts.