Until Friday it had been a long time since I had set foot in a Mister Donut. It used to be a favourite haunt of my friends and I in Yokohama, where we'd gorge ourselves on the bottomless coffee and scoff doughnuts as we put the world to rights and drew silly pictures on napkins.
So I jumped at the chance on Friday when I arrived at the National Assembly station on Line 9 and discovered a Mister Donut right by the ticket gate.
Tongs and tray in hand, I scoured the shelves for my favourite doughnut of old, and there it was... the Angel French Cruller. A delicious combination of chocolate, fake cream and deep fried dough based goodness.
Happy doughnut memories.