Perhaps many people are familiar with Garland Road because it is home to the Dallas Arboretum and Botanical Garden.
On a recent weekend, I also found myself a traveler along this road, but my apartment fellows and I were not headed to the trees; indeed, we were on a different course, a course headed toward Hypnotic Donuts, arguably one of the best donut shops in Dallas.
On the way to the shop we passed what some may dare call an actual news story: at least five flashing police cars surrounding a nearby business. I do not know why the police were there, but one can only imagine the amount of donuts, perhaps Hypnotic, amassed in those five patrol cars.
Alas, this is not that story.
Hypnotic Donuts is staffed with the sort of very cool people who could perhaps be students at any other tiny liberal arts school in America aside from the University of Dallas. Our school, of course, houses a unique set of students often outfitted in lengthier and more ascetic garments.
The shop offered other food like chicken and biscuits, but my party had a singular purpose: donuts.
The severe limitation of donut flavors presented in the shop was not appalling, but it was not irreproachable either. If the reader thinks that he may be someone who has trouble making such salient decisions regarding what donut to order, this may be his ideal donut shop.
The inside was yellow and small. Music was playing; it was light and pleasant, the typical blend we all have heard trailing behind us in the cereal aisle of the grocery store and rising to meet us from someone’s car stereo.
The donuts they displayed had snappy names. Perhaps not just cats, but donuts too need:
“a name that’s particular, / A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,” as T.S. Eliot would say.
The donut I had was called the “Breaking Bad.”
This consisted of a dark chocolate cake donut covered with vanilla caramel salted icing.
At first, the name seemed like gratuitous nomenclature for a round ball of sugar. The donut was so good, however, that perhaps it would be considered sinfully indulgent in some circles.
Junior Mary Krutzig was enthusiastic about her “Samoa Fritter,” a chocolate caramel fritter filled with pieces of Samoa Girl Scout cookies.
“[It was ooey, gooey, chocolatey goodness,” Krutzig said. “Two thumbs up, and if I had a third one, that one too.”
Junior Becca Godbout had the “Zooroppa,” an outrageous compilation of frosting, animal cookies and other forms of refined sugar, including marshmallows and sprinkles.
“My mouth isn’t that big,” junior Becca Godbout said before descending upon the pastry.
Junior Kelsey Morrison said that she felt great after the experience, and that the Breaking Bad donut tasted like it had been cooked by Walter White himself.
Next door to Hypnotic Donuts is the Hypnotic Emporium, an old fashioned candy and ice cream shop.
The Hypnotic Emporium welcomes customers to buy a donut next door, which they then will take and transform into an ice cream sundae.
Hypnotic Donuts is a worthwhile way to start a quiet Saturday, best accompanied with dark coffee and a languid attitude.
Hours: Monday-Wednesday 6:30 a.m.-12 p.m.
Thursday-Friday 6:30 a.m.-2 p.m.
Saturday 7:30 a.m.-2 p.m.
Sunday 8 a.m.-2 p.m.
9007 Garland Rd, Dallas, TX 75218