The pictures on the brochure looked as inviting as smooth love handles on a plate. I liked the red and green polka dots. They remind me of my favourite frock – one I would wear every Friday evening when my grandfather took me by bus to Vijayanagar 7th main to eat chaat. I left work early to pick up a dozen on the way home.
An usher in a smart uniform opened the door as I took a step away from bustling Church street and into the newly fitted heaven in a room. I navigated the maze-like seating area, my eyes fixed on the production line behind the glass; a window to a donut factory. I have always been fascinated by food being made in front of me; all the more when the show gets theatrical to the point of drama. As a nine year old, I stood on a table at Tab, Trichy to get a good view of the chef, a friend of my uncle’s. I gasped like a perfect audience, when he put on a special show of tossing the rumali dough high in the air multiple times before he caught it perfectly in his palm and twirled it around. I am a captive audience of YouTube videos which show that side show that dondurma sellers in Istanbul put up for the benefit of their customers. Vaudeville performance centred around food and designed to prove the hand is quicker than the untrained eye excite me, much like party tricks by a gentleman thief. I stood marveling at the donut plant that resided within the glass enclave. Perfectly round pasty dough was being gouged violently by a man in an apron and a (shower) cap to make perfectly shaped navels in the donuts. On the other end, brown, baked fully made donuts marched proudly on the conveyor belt. I was informed by the guy at the counter that the NewYork Cheesecake Donut was not available. I don’t believe in donuts without filling – yes it is a principle of donut shopping. I picked my dozen from among Chocolate Iced Custard Filled, Cinnamon Apple Filled, Powdered Strawberry Filled, Powdered Blueberry Filled and Chocolate Dream Cake donuts. I dislike mango as much as I dislike bananas – which is a LOT. I kept a safe distance from the vile yellow of the Mango and Crème Crunch. The pricing is quite affordable, actually – Rs.60 to Rs. 70 per donut and about Rs. 560 for a gourmet dozen.
I had a bite of each before my family reduced the dozen to dregs. The Chocolate Iced Custard filled probably has the best tasting filling and best custard in town. The Cinnamon Apple Filled is filled with an apple filling of the kind you may find in an apple strudel and dusted with cinnamon. Whilst the cinnamon dust is lovely, the apple filling reminds me simultaneously of a certain thick apple mash that a particularly reviled aunty in my apartment used to force me to drink in the name of serving juice to guests, and Aravana payasam from Ayyappaswamy temple. The Powdered Strawberry Filled and the Powdered Blueberry Filled were uniformly chemical tasting. Though, to be fair, everyone except me liked the Blueberry filled donut. The Chocolate Dream Cake was exactly what it says it is. Beautiful, lovely chocolate filling oozing out of a perfectly smooth donut.
On the whole, though I found Krispy Kreme donuts a tad too sweet for my palate, I’ll be going back for the Chocolate Iced Custard and the Chocolate Dream Cake. I am also looking forward to trying the Newyork Cheesecake Donut, if it is ever made available.
P.S. I like spelling them as donuts instead of doughnuts as (a) it is easier to spell, and (b) doughnuts just sound like pasty creations, while donuts sound more elevated.
Updated on February 10, 2013: I finally deigned to try the glazed donut. It is the best of the lot. I am now a glazed donut convert.