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Ah, what a blast from the past! I used to live in the Shaw neighborhood very near there (4100 block of Cleveland), and they did serve up some damn good donuts....

Many years ago I worked across the street from World's Fair. And let's just say that a blueberry cake donut every morning tastes damn good, but isn't so good when trying to maintain a girlish figure. Who can resist their scrumptous breakfast treats though? I know I didn't have the will power. I always wondered how that skinny red head behind the counter did it!

hey someone just brought in worlds fair donuts to work today. what a treat...

Great feature, I always see this place and just drive by. I may have to go in and try one or three. :)

I used to live on Alfred across from the Botanical Gardens and several times a week I would walk up to World's Fair and grab a coffee (just a splash of cream please...), a couple donuts and the Post-Dispatch. It was a great way to spend a morning, washing down a glazed donut with a cup of fresh donut-shop coffee while paging through the paper.

In this day of brewed-to-order coffee and hand-picked varieties from around the globe, the appreciation for good-old auto drip coffee is fading. Too bad, its a stripped-down style that keeps the country moving in a style all its own.

I hate this place like only a spurned lover can.

No big fan of doughnuts until I discovered World's Fair during my 6 years living on Flad, I won't even bother going in any longer. A donut shop that sells lousy grocery story donuts until they finally get the home-made melt-in-your-mouth glazed ready around 9 am is a traveshamockery.

9am!! It's a donut shop, guys. You're supposed to get up at 2:30 in the am to have the fried dough ready at 6:30; or maybe 7:30; I might even buy 8:30, but the last time I stopped in at 9 and they were still pawning those Theodoro disasterpieces as their own was the last time.

What a shame, World's Fair. I wanted to love you. But you couldn't deal with my new life, the morning hours. Just because I was no longer a late riser didn't mean I no longer wanted you. No, I wanted you more than ever but you let me down.