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But the one recommendation that kept coming back to me was a two-fold deal, a chance to experience something wonderful in one of two cities along the way. I was told in no uncertain terms: acquire, consume and consider the Spudnut.
The first try was during the south Arkansas trip I took with my photographer. We rolled into El Dorado on Saturday afternoon later than I had anticipated and missed out — and as it turns out, you can’t get a Spudnut on Sunday. But how could I deny the folks that read this blog?
So Friday morning I got up at oh-dark-thirty and left out. And this might surprise you — but I stopped for breakfast along the way at a little place called the Broadway Café in Prescott. Had breakfast. Will tell you about that later, I promise. I was so groggy and hungry I had to. I just had to. Which means when I made it to Magnolia, I wasn’t all that hungry.
Now, I hear what you’re saying — “Hold the phone, Magnolia? I thought you said you went to El Dorado.” And I did. But Spudnuts are only available two places in Arkansas — in El Dorado and in Magnolia. And frankly, Magnolia was a hair closer. Besides, I would never have found the Broadway Café otherwise.
So, I’d left out of Little Rock around five in the morning, had breakfast in Prescott around a quarter to seven, and rolled up to Spudnuts just before nine with a somewhat satiated appetite. And I was still a bit groggy. I needed, desperately needed, more coffee. So I parked and walked right in.
The case was full of inviting looking things, and I felt my stomach grumble again. I mentally thought “really? I’m hungry again?” before dismissing my doubts. I didn’t want to overdo it.
“What’ll you have, hon?” the lady behind the counter asked.
“Everything’s made from potato flour?” I asked.
“Yes it is.”
“Okay, I’d like one of your glazed Spudnuts, and one of those with the brown sugar on it.”
“That’s cinnamon, hon.”
I peered into the case for a better look. “So it is. I’ll take it.”
She quickly rang up my order. I can’t recall how much it was, got a receipt somewhere but I’m too lazy to pull it out right now. It was less than three dollars. She handed me a little white bag with my doughnuts inside and pointed towards the side of the restaurant. “Fix your coffee how you want it over there.”
I smiled and headed that way. As I poured myself a cup I thought to myself “how odd, I just ate but it feels like I just got up. Weird.” The scent of coffee just kinda spiked my senses a bit. I actually added cream. I was afraid between the coffee here and that I’d had in Prescott I’d give myself heartburn.
I didn’t even get through my regular number of shots. I just picked it up and ate it. The potato flour didn’t make as much of a difference as I thought it would. A little more savory in the taste, sure. The biggest difference was how it felt in my mouth. This was a yeast doughnut that had a substantial pull to it — just tough enough to chew without evaporating the way some doughnuts do on the tongue. This Spudnut felt like a meal, not a dessert.
Other people filed in and out, including a woman and a young boy who was so proud he could reach his own chocolate milk in the case. There was talk of this and that, but I was doing everything I could to just sip my coffee, wake up and try to convince myself I didn’t need another Spudnut.
You can find Spudnuts at 612 East Main Street in Magnolia. The number there is (870) 234-2005. Alternately, you can find them in El Dorado at 810 West Faulkner. That number is (870) 863-9914.