Most of our blogs are centred around Adelaide, however, not wanting to neglect the wider of South Australia, it only seemed fitting to go and visit bakeries further afield. Whilst heading out of state to camp in Victoria, we took the opportunity to visit several bakeries on the way; first <a href="https://theholeygrail.blog/regional-south-australia/meningie-bakery-coonalpyn-donut/">Meningie Bakery,</a> in Coonaplyn, and then Bordertown Bakery, in Bordertown. Unsurprisingly, Bordertown is a town on the border between Adelaide and Victoria. The highway allows motorists to zoom past, but many pull over, stretch their legs and have a bite to eat. By the time we arrived in Bordertown it was lunchtime and eagerly we went to find a bakery to fill our bellies.
Bordertown is quaint and what I imagine many rural South Australian towns to be like. It had nice single-story buildings, plenty of sidewalks and shade provided periodically. We managed to find a crowded parking lot by a little stream and grassy knoll across from Morning Loaf Bakery. Planning to go to Morning Loaf for our lunch we went in the front door only to be immediately greeted by a long queue. In five minutes the queue had barely moved forward due to low staffing levels and a high volume of hunger customers. The queue was so long we couldn’t even see the glass shelves to see if they had donuts available despite my peering over heads to see. Failing, I took a breath and made my way to the front of the queue, not to queue jump, but just to look at what they had. Many weary and hungry eyes followed me as I did this, ready to protest should I have skipped to the front.
Farquhar Street, BordertownView on Map
Thankfully I did look, for there were no donuts to be seen and we could have easily wasted another half an hour before realising. We had overheard some girls in the queue behind us discussing another bakery a mere couple hundred metres away and a quick Google confirmed its existence. So, off we went, in the scorching summer heat, to find a donut.
Bordertown Bakery, named after the town in which it resides, is off the main road. Aesthetically the building is not as pleasing, warm or as friendly as the Morning Loaf Bakery. But there wasn’t a queue and they still had a large range of baked goods available – including donuts. Taking a pie each, an iced coffee and a donut to share, we went back to the grassy knoll and had lunch – enjoying the shade before we hopped back in our car and pointed our noses towards Victoria.
