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Rob's Review
Mrs.
Johnson’s Donuts Come to your senses, and go to Mrs.
Johnson’s Donuts
Hey there, restaurant
fans. Well, you've heard me discuss many a stately emporium in my time on
the air in Austin. Epic feasts, $200 bottle of Cabernet -- we've covered it
all together.
That's why this week I
feel that you'll not only indulge but probably thank me after I tell you
about Mrs. Johnson's Donuts. I know
what you're saying: “He's lost his marbles.” But as Scrooge says to Bob
Crachit in A Christmas Carol, "Bob, I haven't lost my senses, I've come
to them.”
As you should come to
Mrs. Johnson’s. Write these times down: 6:30 a.m. 9:45 p.m. That's when
the glazed donuts, among other confections, come popping out of that
bubbling froth of hot oil. Time your visit correctly, and you will be
rewarded with one of the singular taste treats in Austin. Buy a dozen, and
they'll give you a 13th just for being a sport, and your family
unit, or significant others or whomever you happen to be cohabitating with,
will flat out devour these
things before they can even cool off. Trust me on this.
I'm a sucker for the
apple fritters and the chocolate-covered glazed. The plain glazed, or what
some call honey dip, are equally amazing. Ditto for the jelly donuts.
Mrs. Johnson’s goes
back many years. The current owners don't appear to look
like their last name is
Johnson, but who cares? The quality, if not the ambience, is there in
abundance. And at least they fixed the sign, which for quite a while read
“Mrs. Joh so s.”
This place has got the
battle scars of millions of batches of amazing donuts
all over it. It's
gritty. It's got a dumpy little parking lot. But around those appointed
hours of 6:30 a.m. and 9:45 p.m., the faithful emerge, drawn, as
I am, to the
irresistible siren's call of a lighter-than-air, almost breathtakingly good
donut. Mrs. Johnson, an Austin original, is on Airport Road next to Ray
McGuires's clock shop. How appropriate. You can figure out how many hours to
go before you make the next run.
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