- Kat Robinson
- THE GRAIL: A Spudnut in Magnolia
I did a call-out a few weeks ago for breakfast recommendations along the southern portion of our state. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get more suggestions than I did — fortunately, I got enough, and that’s what I was worried about.
But the one recommendation that kept coming back to me was a two-fold deal, a chance to experience something wonderful in one of two cities along the way. I was told in no uncertain terms: acquire, consume and consider the Spudnut.
The first try was during the south Arkansas trip I took with my photographer. We rolled into El Dorado on Saturday afternoon later than I had anticipated and missed out — and as it turns out, you can’t get a Spudnut on Sunday. But how could I deny the folks that read this blog?