Alex Nham travels the globe, mainly the part with Dallas on it, in search of new places to eat breakfast.
To say that this wacky donut shop's reputation precedes itself would be an understatement. Who knew that piling bacon onto a donut would make everybody in the blogosphere go completely bonkers? (Answer: Everyone). I didn't even know Hypnotic Donuts served anything but donuts, let alone what Bitner had recommended: chicken biscuits.
Factoring in the buzz surrounding Hypnotic, I figured I should get there as early as I could to avoid the inevitable line. The small shop is hidden in a strip mall on Garland Road in Lakewood, and it's only recognizable from the road by its non-traditional signage. It was 8:30 in the morning on a Sunday, and the parking spaces in front of Hypnotic Donuts were already full.
The chalk on the menu board hadn't even set when I walked in, and donuts were already flying off the shelf. I averted my gaze from the donut display case and tried to focus on the biscuit portion of the menu. I went with Amy's, the only chicken biscuit with bacon; if it's good enough to go on a donut, it's certainly over-qualified for a lowly chicken biscuit.
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I sat down at one of four tables in the small dining space to wait for my biscuit. The other half of the dining area looked like a living room straight out of the 70s: shag carpet rug, earth tone couch, even a turntable next to the coffee machine.
My chicken biscuit was delivered to my table, split in half and presented to me like a deli sandwich. I could see the layers of cheddar, fried chicken, bacon and pickles all swaddled in fluffy biscuit. I took a bite and I could taste the honey and the mustard, which, layered onto the biscuit sandwich separately, maintained their individual integrity.
The chicken and bacon were crispy, crunchy and savory; and pickles are always nice when eating something so rich. And for a donut shop, the biscuit was really good, flakey, tender, and it didn't get gummy like other biscuits, stuffed with a mess of food, often do.
As I finished, families started to pour in and the line started to build. I sidestepped my way out through a gaggle of children, glad I got my morning fix before having to fist-fight a toddler for a place to sit.