Ever since I mooned a man in the parking lot of Dan-Dee Donuts in Amsterdam when I was eight or nine years old, doughnuts have held a special place in my heart. That said, I don’t often (or ever) go out of my way to get one of the fried rings of golden goodness. However, Suzie asked if we could make a stop at one of her husband’s favorite doughnut places – The Donut Dip – in Springfield while on our way back from Boston.
Happily, it was well worth the little detour. We arrived to a small parking section packed with cars, and the small storefront was filled with people, but they were quick and efficient and there wasn’t much of a wait. Established in 1957 and owned by the same family ever since, this was a pleasant throwback to a more innocent time. The perfect way to accentuate a Sunday morning.
I opted for a toasted coconut doughnut, and a small decaf. The doughnut was delightful; the coffee left something to be desired. I suppose that’s the way it should be. All in all, this was a nice little unexpected excursion to close out a fun weekend in Boston. That whole tale is yet to come…
