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Scots go potty for Krispy Kreme

“The first few days were utterly chaotic, horrendous, and I know that police were called.”

The Krispy Kreme in Edinburgh has applied for special permission to stay open all night. On account of insatiable local demand. For some reason. Really, are there enough R’s in all the world for a drunken Scot to say “Krispy Kreme”?

Life insists on screwing with my cultural stereotypes.

You’ll be relieved to know the picture isn’t from the Edinburgh Krispy Kreme, it’s from a page about their stores in the Middle East. They have eighty.

No reason not to sell donuts in the Middle East, I just…that image of Keffiyeh Man holding up a glazed donut messes with my norms in the worst way (also, if they were going to use t-shirt guy twice, did they think we wouldn’t notice they flipped the picture and the 2 on his shirt is backwards?)

KK is, of course, an artifact of the Deep South (or the South, anyway…I think the first one was in North Carolina). Fond memory of childhood. Teen years, actually. Krispy Kreme was the only place a seriously impaired weasel could get a cup of coffee at three in the morning. As I recall, our local in Nashville was across from the Old Colony Cleaners (some wag always stole the “y”).

The whole back wall was glass, and we could watch as the donuts moved down a conveyor past the various Stations of the Cross. Most fascinating thing that the aforementioned seriously impaired weasel ever saw.

They give a pretty good feel for the experience here. Watch it a few dozen times, seriously impaired.

Comments


Comment from scottthebadger
Time: February 26, 2013, 11:54 pm

Their Key Lime Bismarks are wonderful.


Comment from unkawill
Time: February 26, 2013, 11:56 pm

Yum!


Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: February 27, 2013, 12:17 am

The two images of T-Shirt Guy are different originals. He’s holding the doughnut in different places, with different grips.

The “2″ is reversed in the left image, but that may be on the shirt (some kind of goofing?). He’s holding the doughnut with his right hand in both images, and I think he has different shirts on.

Both seem to have a huge block “2″, but in different fonts. His chest is mostly covered on the right, but one can see part of the right side of the downstroke, and it’s much steeper than the downstroke in the left image’s reverse 2. The top curve is deeper on the right image, too.

(One of my odd habits is to look closely at images for trivial points like this.)


Comment from lauraw
Time: February 27, 2013, 12:28 am

Oh man, late night donut shops.

The one here in the New England was Bess Eaton. They had a long diner-style counter, and the drunks would set there at 3 a.m. drinking coffee, eating pastry, and smoking cigarettes.

It’s funny to think about it- a bakery that sold packs of cigarettes and catered to overnight drunks.

Those were the days.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 27, 2013, 12:41 am

I remember Bess Eaton!

Of course, Dunkin’ Donuts was a local brand to Boston. I worked in one. Very clean kitchen, I must say. Very high standard.

Sadly, they no longer have a bakery in every shop. The donuts are baked centrally and trucked around. Tragic.


Comment from Gromulin
Time: February 27, 2013, 12:42 am

Meh. Nothing beats a surly Korean donut shop owner at 6AM after an all-nighter. Something about coffee that has viscosity of 10-40 oil that just wakes a man up. Also, cleans out aforementioned colon.

As an aside, this Californian is seriously considering doing the reverse Beverly Hillbillies and loadin’ up the truck heading east. How are the burbs around Nashville?


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 27, 2013, 12:42 am

And, yes…I remember the days when a drunk driver was a variety of joke and “one for the road” was a song.


Comment from Christopher Taylor
Time: February 27, 2013, 12:46 am

So… they put the slogan in arabic, in Scotland, but not in Scots or Gaelic? Uh, right.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 27, 2013, 12:55 am

No, no…my bad. That’s not the illustration that goes with the Scotland article. I just picked it because it was interesting and brain-hurty.


Comment from Mrs Compton
Time: February 27, 2013, 1:01 am

I’m a Winchell’s girl.


Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: February 27, 2013, 1:05 am

John’s Space Age Donuts.


Comment from Subotai Bahadur
Time: February 27, 2013, 1:15 am

Of course Krispy Kreme would be a hit in Scotland. That’s where they deep fry Mar’s Bars as a light snack!

Subotai Bahadur


Comment from Gromulin
Time: February 27, 2013, 1:21 am

Mrs C: There are still Winchell’s around? Grew up on them in the East Bay, but the Roseville one closed years ago. Haven’t seen one since.

Sabotai – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6EhItzRi1XQ


Comment from Mrs Compton
Time: February 27, 2013, 1:30 am

http://www.winchells.com/

just enter your zip code in the location finder, Gromulin!!


Comment from EZnSF
Time: February 27, 2013, 1:37 am

Krispy Kreme, Dunkin, or the Donut Mill, as long as they got a drive-thru.


Comment from EZnSF
Time: February 27, 2013, 2:00 am

By the way, French Crullers are by far the best species of donut.

Figure you needed to know.


Comment from Argentium G. Tiger
Time: February 27, 2013, 2:00 am

Stoaty: “Sadly, they no longer have a bakery in every shop. The donuts are baked centrally and trucked around.”

Same thing happened to the icon of doughnuts here in Canada: Tim Hortons.

I used to love their doughnuts, until they switched to this “centralized bakery” model, where everything is half-baked, then flash-frozen, and delivered to the stores for final warming/baking.

That whole idea is half-baked.

They have the gall to continue using their old marketing slogan of “Always Fresh”, even though every doughnut they sell tastes like a day-old to me.

There are still some doughnut shops and bakeries that use the “bake and sell same day” business model. Guess where I spend my money?


Comment from Gromulin
Time: February 27, 2013, 2:18 am

>>>just enter your zip code in the location finder, Gromulin!!

I have fond memories of the Winchell’s in San Leandro. An elderly Aunt used to send me in with $5 to get a dozen on the way home from church…and always let let me keep the change. Enough to buy a model kit, in those days!

Closest one is Salinas. But, there are two there! Well, next time I’m headed to Monterey, I’ll have to remember.


Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: February 27, 2013, 2:33 am

HOT NOW
HOT NOW
HOT NOW
.
Sign seen in a Krispy Kreme Bakery window, in neon, not flashing… attracted people like iron filings to a magnet.


Comment from Armybrat
Time: February 27, 2013, 3:03 am

I’m in the land of dunkin donuts….haven’t been to one in the 6 years I’ve lived in Beantown. One of my best memories of childhood was my daddy loading all the dogs and whatever kid was up into the car early on Sun mornings when we lived in San Antonio (that was about every other move…so about every other year) and heading to a small bakery to load up on some remarkable handmade doughnuts and pastries. He’d bring them all home and unleash the hounds, accompanied by Flight of the Valkyrie played at top volume, to roust up anybody still in bed. Good times!


Comment from tomfrompv
Time: February 27, 2013, 3:22 am

Loved Krispy Kremes untik I looked at the fat content. One donut equals your daily limit! If you believe the govt has a right to set your dietary limits.

Who knows? Teh One can’t balance a budget or keep the flies off his face, so its hard to trust anything the govt says.

Enough Californians believe the govt it seems. My local KK closed down and became a bank. I go across the street now for a Wienerschnitzel or three.


Comment from Feynmangroupie
Time: February 27, 2013, 4:04 am

I grew up waiting for the special occasions when my mother would make “fried cakes” as I knew them. I was a donut snob for years until I lived behind a Dunkin’ Donuts and it became essential “physics” food accompanied by the 9th circle of hell-black coffee and cigarettes necessary to get me through marathon study sessions.


Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: February 27, 2013, 4:11 am

Oh, also Jolly Pirate Donuts.


Comment from p2
Time: February 27, 2013, 5:16 am

why is it that Scotland (I tried to drink the place dry in the mid 80′s, but the wonderful Scots kept makin’ more, bless ‘em!) can get a KK, the lowly middle east can get several, and we here in the upper left corner of the good ol’ US of A, can’t get one??? Gotta rely on school fundrasiers and then they’re shipped in frozen. Just ain’t right…..


Comment from Nina
Time: February 27, 2013, 5:38 am

Oh, great, it’s bedtime, I’m showered, snuggled into my comfy bed, sleepy, and now, thanks to you, I WANT A DONUT.

Thanks loads, Stoaty.

Yeah, I know, just another service you provide for free, right?

:)


Comment from MIke C.
Time: February 27, 2013, 8:04 am

The cake donuts with chocolate icing… But I had to give up those gut bombs decades ago. Made me physicaly ill.


Comment from Danny P.
Time: February 27, 2013, 9:06 am

The last time I was in Mesa, Arizona, I saw what appeared at first glance to be a Winchell’s. But something was odd. Apparently, they decided the franchise fee was too much and cut off part of the W to form a V. Vinchell’s. Changed nothing else.

If I remember correctly, Winchell’s used to be owned by Denny’s.


Comment from Dan Patterson
Time: February 27, 2013, 12:23 pm

For the record:
This is the original shop in what is now “Old Salem”. Just a short hop away, if you’re a weasel

http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=krispy+kreme+original+winston+salem&qs=n&form=QBIR&pq=krispy+kreme+original+winston+salem&sc=0-0&sp=-1&sk=#view=detail&id=BD174E78996C2CB617EA71C6392C3F8255571112&selectedIndex=24


Comment from Deborah
Time: February 27, 2013, 1:28 pm

Going into my senior year of high school, I needed one/half of a credit to graduate, so I took a math class for the mathematically incompetent. I was seventeen and the only one in class with a driver’s license, so the teacher (a coach, but you figured that, huh) sent me out every morning to buy Dunkin’ Donuts—which sent me down the road to my decline.

I love donuts, and when I get inside a donut shop, I lose my freakin’ mind. Krispy Kreme is the best, or the worst. I want one of everything. Fortunately, I don’t live anywhere near a donut shop, and I don’t start my days early, so even when I get into town, the donut shops are sold out and closed for the day. The H.E.B. where I buy groceries makes a buttermilk cake donut (melts in your mouth and makes you giddy) that probably shouldn’t even be considered a donut, but they are usually sold out, too.


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: February 27, 2013, 1:49 pm

Disclosure: I’m a Dunkin Doughnuts guy.

Krispy Kreme holds a unusual place in my memory and not, as with most folks, for its doughnuts. Krispy was one of the few ‘successful’ large companies to have an HR guy attain the throne and become CEO. I know this because it’s so rare that Mr. Livengood (yup, really) became a sensation and was brought in to speak to speak at the national convention of the Senior Human Resources Professionals where I saw him speak. It was rather like seeing the Wizard of OZ give a speech about how you too could be leader of a country…. with any honesty left out. His speech was full of the standard party tricks of ‘treat your employees well’ and ‘happy, Happy, HAPPY!’ that every pony knows. I thought him a bit of a fraud, but at the time Krispy was expanding with the force of a Russian metorite and success speaks loudly. Police controled the crowds for the opening of the one nearest my home here in Dallas.

Thus I wasn’t totally surprised when, a few years later, he was called out by the SEC for cooking the books (more like deep frying them and then sugar-coating them). The Krispy Kreme closest to the house closed and is now a chicken place, and there still has never been a successful company where the HR guy became CEO?


Comment from Deborah
Time: February 27, 2013, 5:42 pm

The main reason I don’t own a deep fryer is to keep me from making beignets and hush puppies every other day.


Comment from physics geek
Time: February 27, 2013, 5:47 pm

KK opened in Winston Salem, NC. I know because I lived about 1/2 hour from there. My hometown gave birth to the 3rd or 4th one ever built. To this day, the normal KK glazed donut holds a special place in my heart. And I say that as a Dunkin Donut fan.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 27, 2013, 5:59 pm

Oh, god, hushpuppies….mmmmmmmm.

The French cruller was the most fun one to make. They came out of a little funnel-shaped device that hung over the fryolater, inches from the hot oil. You’d pull the trigger, a wodge of dough would come out, and the machine put a little twist in it just before it hit the oil and solidified. There was a real knack to it. You had to keep the device moving so you wouldn’t stick two together, but not too much or you wouldn’t make enough crullers at one time.

There was a real knack to all of it, actually, but I didn’t get to make donuts very often. The bakers (they called them “master bakers” – honest) made very decent money, so the boss didn’t like the counter girls doing their work for them.

Of course, that “very decent money” thing is no doubt why there’s not a bakery in every shop any more.


Comment from mojo
Time: February 27, 2013, 7:34 pm

Don’t care for ‘em. Too sweet. Glazed is one thing, embalmed in sugar is another.


Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: February 27, 2013, 8:29 pm

There a little place on Cary Street in Richmond the grills KK’s and serves them with ice cream and hershey’s syrup.

I miss Virginia.


Comment from Pupster
Time: February 27, 2013, 8:59 pm

KK are pretty popular here in central Oh HI oH, the grocery stores even sell them off the shelves.

Mrs. Pupster has to pull in to the parking lot of the local shop when the HOT NOW neon sign is flashing, it’s like a siren call.


Comment from Deborah
Time: February 27, 2013, 9:29 pm

Stoaty? Do you cook with measuring cups and measuring spoons, or have you converted to weight measurements?


Comment from Veeshir
Time: February 27, 2013, 9:47 pm

I worked at Dunkin Donuts for many years, Krispy Kreme for a few months, if someone says, “Time to make the doughnuts” I swear I’ll slap you.

The DD french cruller machine had a crank, you had to turn it just right and have just the right consistency of dough to get them perfect, but when you did they soaked up probably an ounce of grease.

I figured out once how much grease each doughnut soaked, ((G/D), how much grease I put in the fryer divided by the number of doughnuts) it was a non-trivial number that you don’t want to know and I immediately repressed.

Sugar and grease is what makes our taste buds happy.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 27, 2013, 10:03 pm

Hybrid, Deborah. Mostly cups and teaspoons, but mostly because I get my recipes from American sites. When I get them from British sites, weight. It’s confusing being a ferriner.


Comment from Mitchell TAFKAEY
Time: February 28, 2013, 12:09 am

Oh dear. Stoaty’s been doing some disturbing web searches: Wait…Linux can be installed where?!


Comment from Frit
Time: February 28, 2013, 12:14 am

When I lived in Sacra-Demento, A KK opened within walking distance of my house. I waited for the initial fuss to die down, (for the first few weeks there were lines around the block to get in!) and finally went in to try some. The one they handed out to each customer fresh off the conveyer belt to nom on while we waited was tasty, but by the time I got my selection home, they had cooled off, and had a nasty bitter aftertaste, as if too much baking soda had been used in the batter. I never went back.

Fortunately, the local bakery section of the grocery store had excellent doughnuts, which were tasty warm or cold, so I could still get my fix. ;)

Stoaty; I know what you mean by using different measuring methods depending on where the recipe originates. Living in Oz, but having a lot of USA published cookbooks, I use imperial and metric methods, and have a kitchen scale, so I can cook any recipe that takes my fancy. I’m pleased to note that one can get both USA measuring spoon sets, and Aussie measuring spoon sets, so one can avoid forgetting that the Tablespoon is one teaspoon different between the two.


Comment from oldowan
Time: February 28, 2013, 12:42 am

“as the donuts moved down a conveyor past the various Stations of the Cross”

You kill me, kid. Honestly…


Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: February 28, 2013, 4:51 pm

We have a local (I think it is) chain here in Da Swamp called Tastee Donuts. (In the ’70s my friends and I called ‘em “Tastee Stales.”) Fine little donut shop, and they’re holding their own in the suburbs, where there’s one right across the street from a Krispy Kreme. When I want a sinker I usually stop at TS, I mean TD, instead of KK, as they’re a bit cheaper and less crowded.

My main memory of Krispy Kreme is when they opened a shop in a suburb of Denver, CO. There were reports that summer of people sitting in their cars in line for hours to get a frickin’ donut. Maybe it was because the culinary choices in CO were limited (bison burgers were their main contribution to world cuisine), or maybe because there wasn’t a whole lot to do on a summer evening in Denver, so sitting in your air-conditioned car and creeping up toward the order window was a big thrill. I dunno.


Comment from Dan Patterson
Time: March 1, 2013, 12:37 pm

The comment about the former HR weasel lofted into CEO-god status is completely accurate. The surprise is that there was no jail time. Like politicians the personality-cult business leaders are able to squirm away from the rules and strut around clucking about their super powers.
Mussolini did that to, didn’t he? For a while…


Comment from Allen
Time: March 4, 2013, 4:20 am

There was a Krispy Kreme place in Raleigh, on Hillsborough St. We would go down to this one place farther towards NCSU and do the Shag to beach music, and then hit the Krispy Kreme place after.

Best thing ever. Sand Bar party off the coast. You take your boat, and hit the sand bars when the tide is out. Shirmp, new potatoes, corn, hush puppies, music, and dancin’. The tide rolls in, and the party’s over.

Head back to Raleigh, sunburnt, hungover, “gimme some donuts!”

Didn’t Her Maj’s namesake hang Sir Walter?

As an aside, if you know the genre, and you were a yout back then, “Sixty Minute Man” was da kine.

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