Have you ever had a creme brulee donut? No? Well, until you crunch into its crispy top (blowtorched before your very eyes) and absorb the contents of its soft belly, I’m not sure you’ll ever be complete.
My love affair with this sweet treat started at Exeter Hotel in Reykjavik, at its ground floor cafe and bakery called Deig, unmissable for those passing on Tryggvagata thanks to its stark black and white lettering and pop-art style.
But Deig’s donuts were not the only foodie experience that left me surprisingly speechless on my Iceland trip: I also found myself having one of the most unusual ‘shots’ I think I’ll ever have in my life – whey.
