Donut-King (662 1st Capitol Drive, St. Charles; 636-723-7680)
has been tucked away in a tiny, run-down storefront that could’ve doubled as a secret hideout for a mob boss. Yesterday, the family-owned shop announced it was closing for good, in true St. Charles fashion — via a sign posted in the window.
"Thanks to our customers," it read. "After 48 years, we are retiring."
Everybody thinks they know where to find the best donuts. But unless they tasted the wares at this beloved mom n’ pop, they had it all wrong. The trouble with classic, hole-in-the-wall dives is that once you’re in on the secret, it’s hard to share it for fear of the secret getting out. If Donut-King were a band, I wouldn’t tell you about them. Their donuts were that
The shop was infinitesimal, with no frills — you could partially peek into the kitchen before the front door even closed behind you. Step up to the folding table adorned in plastic gingham, admire the original, 1970s wood paneling and grab a to-go box for the counter. Coffee was standard fare — styrofoam cup, a dash of cream. Cash was king here. It was an old world stop from another time. There were no influx of Instagrammers. No product lines for sale. No Frankensteinian collaborations. It was a donut shop for people who liked well-made, delicious donuts, period. And it was cheap. CHEAP. You could walk out of there with a half-dozen and a coffee for around $5.
Aesthetics aside, the donuts kept people coming back for decades. The legendary "Chop-Suey" was a lustrous bomb cyclone of a cinnamon bun. The classic glazed and French crullers were light, airy and came with sugary glaze dripping off them. Apple fritters were gargantuan; the jelly-filled overflowed. Powdered sugar seemed to hang in the air like snow.
But for my money, their classic long john was unparalleled anywhere in the donut kingdom. I’ve sampled many at different shops in different cities, but I’ve never found an equal. It was chewier than most, the outside fried to a darker shade of brown, with a crispness to the finished dough that gave it a texture reminiscent of sweetbread. The dark chocolate frosting was rich and sweet without being saccharine and didn’t run off the side. One was almost certainly never enough.
I once asked the baker how he made them, what his secret was. I think he said something about extra shortening before they’re fried? I’m not sure; my concentration waned as I stuffed my face. Donut-King regularly sold out to a loyal crowd of donut denizens and fellow secret keepers.
The owners didn't return my call yesterday. They weren't into self-promotion; they didn't have a Twitter account. I can only wish them a retirement chock-full of joy, just like their shop gave me.