Blue Dot Donuts

The lockout is over, and football season has finally arrived. Yeah, it’s just preseason, but the beginning of football means that I will slowly start regaining my household control over the remote control. At last, no more new episodes of Teen Mom, Toddlers and Tiaras, or reruns of Law and Order: SVU. It also signals the beginning of some serious hangovers and even more serious clog-your-artery-and-soak-up some-of-the-remnant-alcohol breakfasts lunches in the near future. Since I started the season by actually partaking in the Saints first preseason game Friday (thanks Pierre), I figured we might as well give the morning-after breakfast a little preseason run, too. After all, it takes a lot of offseason workouts and multiple preseason practices (and Bojangle’s chicken biscuits) to make it through a season of tailgating while running the 300 miles with a dog in the car (Griswold style) between tailgating in The Junction in Starkville on Saturday and the tailgate on Rampart in New Orleans on Sunday.

Even though it is over in Mid-City, I’m certain that we discovered a new early morning game day tradition for the upcoming season. As soon as we walked through the door into the small ex-policeman-owned shop that had been entirely painted in a baby-boy’s-room-light-blue, the smell of fried dough and molten sugar was enough to entice us to come back to Blue Dot Donuts every morning as part of our game week routine. It was a little later in the morning, so we had to anxiously wait a few minutes while a gaggle of customers frenetically flocked near the cases of donuts at the front counter.


They do have a paper menu, but once we finally got within reading distance of the cases, we realized that manuscript wasn’t necessary. Some of the donuts, like the glazed, chocolate iced, and lemon filled donuts, were easily recognizable. Some, however, were not your ordinary, everyday donuts, and reading the label at the front of the pile of doughy, sugary goodness was a necessity. There were red velvet cake donuts, German chocolate cake donuts, key lime pie crumble donuts, boston cream pie donuts, and even a donut filled with peanut butter and jelly. For those really feeling extra frisky, or most likely still drunk, Blue Dot even offers breakfast sandwiches. No McMuffins or Spam Croissan’Wiches. Here, they take your favorite New Orleans Ice Cream flavor and sandwich it in between the donut of your choice. I wasn’t in the mood for a bananas foster ice cream- blueberry glazed donut sandwich, but since it was just preseason, I took a gamble on the kickoff and went with the donut that brought us here in the first place- the Bacon Maple Long John.

Resembling piece of scrap 2x4, this elongated donut was iced with a maple glaze and then topped with what looked like 3 whole strips of crumbled bacon. The salty, sweet, and savory ridiculousness overloaded my taste buds. We had done it; we had found the perfect hangover remedy. This cure-all had all the essential food groups needed for football season- bread, sugar, and of course BACON. If only David Allen Coe had eaten here, all the kids at every karaoke bar in the SEC would probably be singing “The Perfect Hangover Remedy Song” instead.