Dough Bakery closed for good on Sunday after their announcement the Tuesday before. To say the community was shocked is a grave understatement. And while we may never know the full reasons why, and we respect the owner’s privacy, I am nonetheless saddened. My brunch life now has a hole in it that once was filled with savory country fried steak and biscuits.
Dough was the very first place I ate at in Atlanta as a vegan. I remember vividly being REALLY excited that Dough and Dulce had vegan baked goods made fresh daily for the vegan pie-hole. These joints offer cupcakes, pies, cakes, custom creations, cookies, and the like. When a vegan says that we miss nothing, we mean it. Dough made my birthday cake (red velvet with cream cheese frosting. BOOM).
I googled “Atlanta Vegan Bakery” and Dough popped up. I made the plan to go try it, and for some reason I was scared sh!tless. I think at that point, I was still nervous about my vegan decision, and I had no one to turn to help me along (except my beloved websites, bloggers, and books). I had to do this alone.
Dough became a refuge of sorts…feeding my mind, body, and soul. I started to feel nourished there…completely stuffed with delicious southern food, and also so very happy to be with “my people”. I didn’t stick out at Dough, I didn’t have to ask “Is there cheese in that? Butter? Can I just have a side of steamed broccoli? No butter. Sorry.” I felt welcomed there. I began to feel whole there, too. I started to feel like my decision was my own, and that I also had to become comfortable with it. I was on a journey, and I still am.
On Monday, Dough hosted a Vegan Waffle Party to benefit the Atlanta Veg Fest. I was so happy to have gone and enjoyed Dough for one last time. The food was AMAZING. I chose the cheddar waffle topped with sausage gravy, fried chicken, scrambled tofu, and bacon, because I’m the smartest person alive. I cleaned my plate. There were sweet toppings, like chocolate chips, salted caramel drizzle, and whipped cream. I didn’t have time for all that mess. Plus they had Gardein fried fish, which was the SHIZ.
We ate, we laughed, there were tears. We talked about where we would meet up for brunch in the future, now that this hole was here. I am thankful that Dough played a part in my life, however big or small. There will be many others, but you always remember your first.