I had seen lots of doughnuts in the supermarkets of Auckland. But when I got to the NW Metro in the Auckland CBD, I had discovered the mother load.
They had stacks. They were everywhere. They had all sorts.
Doughnuts, doughnuts, doughnuts.
Just when I thought I’d seen all their doughnuts, I found another lot.
Who eats all these doughnuts?
Even though I don’t usually buy supermarket doughnuts, I bought one this time. It looked a bit different.
It was a custard creme doughnut with a brand name of Chef de France. Fancy stuff.
It had loads of toasted coconut on the outside. But the custard on the inside was a bit sickly sweet.
Not a great doughnut. I think some of the others were probably better.
But I gave it a try.
NW, by the way, stands for New World.