Every time I walk past the Donut Inn, the smell of fried yeast and sugar meets me and tempts me in. Even if you’ve never been to Adelaide Railway Station, if you are from Adelaide chances are you know about this little corner shop. My husband, who is an Adelaide local, says the Donut Inn is somewhat of an Adelaide institution. Located in some prime real estate, at the city train station, it’s one of the first shops that greets travellers as they go through the ticket gates. The display cabinets with colourful donuts sit right in your line of sight, and as you start to make the steep ascension to the main road, your nares are greeted with the pleasing smell of fried dough.
Since moving house I’ve switched my form of public transport to now catching the train. It’s quick, isn’t affected by traffic, and air-conditioned. About a kilometre from my house and work, it also gives me my much-needed ‘steps’ throughout the day – a necessary condition to keep up fitness whilst filling my belly. The very first day I got off the train, my eyes immediately fell to the fried donuts, glistening in their little windows. I’m impressed with my self-control for I waited a whole month to finally visit and try some of their goods.
The particular Friday that I decided to try Donut Inn, it happened to be one of the hottest days to date this year. I’ll be honest I wasn’t really in a donut mood at 7:30am, and being so hot, I wanted an iced coffee more than a hot donut. Yet, I am dedicated to a weekly blog, so my mission was set. Unfortunately, due to the heat, as soon as the server took the donut out of the cabinet it began to melt – and thus proceeded to melt all over the brown bag, then my hands, and then everywhere else in its little vicinity. I had to eat it quickly before it turned to liquid, and so, after some sticky snaps for social media, I ate it on my way to work, pausing to watch the morning sun shine gently on Adelaide Oval.