There it was, in bright red neon as I rounded the curve – “HOT NOW.”  I could almost hear the electrified crackle of that sign beckoning as I sat in my car a block away.  There are a variety of vices that proudly parade themselves up and down Ponce, a main thoroughfare through a part of Midtown Atlanta that would now be called up and coming (when I was in college, it was actually kind of smarmy), but none is as widespread as the addiction so many of us have to those pillowy mouthfuls of pleasure known as Krispy Kreme doughnuts.  And as Krispy Kreme goes, the location on Ponce is the mothership.  » Read more: The Red Light District