There are quite a few Prices Fresh bakeries scattered around Adelaide. The one I went to, heading north-west along Port Road, tantalises hungry commuters with not just fresh baked goods – but the option to drive-thru as well. What a genius idea. However, internally I’m torn on whether it’s a good one. Yes, the ease of a drive-thru bakery is appealing, especially with the dire cold we have at the moment. Yet, the door of the bakery is only 10 or so metres from the car park – and considering that it’s probably not a green salad we get from the bakeries – should we not be attempting to meet every exercise milestone we encounter?
This particular morning I had decided to take myself for a drive around Adelaide and try out a couple of bakeries on the way. Having not ventured to Port Adelaide for several years, and knowing there were a few bakeries around there to try, I braved the cold and rain. Heading up South Road, I turned up Port, and after a mere few blocks nearly passed right by the bakery sitting subtly on the left. Opting to walk-in rather than drive-thru, I wandered in through the front doors. A bright and bubbly server quickly got me one of their large, delicious donuts sitting in the glass counter. I noted that the internal atmosphere was a bit dated, not helped by a few older couples who sat in silence with faces to suit the weather. Unperturbed by their stares I bounded out, fresh donut in hand, and towards Port Adelaide.
I can speak more about Port Adelaide in later blogs, but if you haven’t been for a while I would encourage you to go. Old buildings meet the shores of the river with a quiet, unassuming air. The cafes are delightful, the museums interesting and the beach not far away.
I didn’t expect much of the donut if I’m honest. The bakery had been recommended by a few people but I may not even have gone had it not been on the way to Port Adelaide. Walking into Prices Fresh I didn’t have the highest expectations of the donut to come, but as I drove away, the smell of the dough – yeasty and sweet wafting up – brought nostalgia. There was no way a dough that smelled that good would let me down – and it didn’t.