Nutritionist & Life Coach
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Published September 7th 2012
The freshest of fresh doughnuts
Approaching Footscray station, commuters are met with one of the finest smells their olfactory systems can ever provide them: wafting on the breeze is the delightful and irresistible aroma of fresh doughnuts.
Following their noses will bring them to a small, nondescript cabin like enclosure, adorned with faded paint and the graffiti tags where dwells the doughnut man of Footscray. Possibly the IOC has never been past here or there may be a lawsuit in the offing given the name on the faded sign. Seeing as though Footscray has more nationalities present than the Olympic Village, it may just sneak through a legal loophole.
Olympians don't eat here, well maybe the shotputters
For the past thirty-five years, this fine gentleman has been providing punters with the freshest and most scrumptious doughnuts available in the city. In fact, while I was standing in line, one young lady was informing the doughnut-dealer that she had been treated to his wondrous fare as a little girl, some twenty-odd years ago (though she was not specific regarding the total amount of years).
In very few places will you have the opportunity to watch a doughnut prepared in front of you. It's the junk food version of Tepanyaki! I was fortunate enough to purchase a conjoined twin doughnut for the price of one.
There are few things more exquisite than biting into a doughnut still warm from the deep-fryer yet purged of any excess oil: a crispy shell, the fresh doughy middle and just the right amount of jam provide a cacophony of flavour for 80 cents each. With the freshness of the product there is no need for the proprietor to become trigger happy with the sugar. Like a fine pizza dough there is no need to spoil the base with too much topping.
The inner sanctum
If you're ever in Footscray, make sure you stop past this institution. Even if you forget all about this article you will soon be reminded by that delicious smell that permeates the stairs on the town-side of the station. I challenge you to resist it.
They are fantastic but you also didnt mention the just ahead ones at the Queen Victoria Market... Where people line up on market days and you are lucky if they don't run out by midday. So it is an amazing fact though that the donut man at Footscray station is open about 18 hours a day, 7 days a week and never run out! Both are fantastic!