7 Best Donuts in Huntsville

“I would come every day if we didn't live so far and well let's be honest no one needs to eat such amazing decadent food every day! You are always welcome with smiles and sweet conversation while choosing...and it doesn't matter what you pick because it is ALL AMAZING!!!“

“The best in town the decoration is just amazing always fresh and great Flavor I recommend 💯“

“On the edge of town, where the road forgets its name and streetlights flicker for no reason, sits a rusting metal sign: The Donut Wheel. Used to be a gas station in the ’60s, turned into a donut shop in the ‘80s. Now? It’s just there. Still open, somehow. Still spinning.

You see, the old-timers say it never closed because it can’t.

Back when The Donut Wheel first opened, it had a gimmick—a giant donut mounted on a pole, spinning slow and steady like a tire. “Glazed and Rolled Daily,” the slogan said. Folks lined up just to take photos under it. They say the glaze on those early donuts was thick, clear, perfect. Shimmered like oil on water. Too good, some whispered. Like it knew your cravings before you did.

Then came the trucker.

No one remembers his name. Just that he came in around 3 a.m., soaked in diesel and muttering about a tire blowout in the woods outside town. Asked for coffee. Ate three maple bars without blinking. Said the Wheel had called to him in a dream.

Then he pointed outside and said:
“That ain’t a donut. That’s a spare.”

No one laughed.

Next morning, tire tracks—but not from any earthly tread—were found in a perfect circle behind the shop. Burnt into the pavement. They’ve never faded.

Since then, the shop’s had rules:
• Never order after 3:33 a.m.
• Never look directly at the Wheel while it spins.
• And never—never—ask for the Glazed Infernal.

That’s the one with the tire tread baked right into the glaze. The one they only make when the wind smells like rubber and burnt sugar. The one that spins slightly in your hand even when you’re holding it still.

They say if you eat it, you’ll wake up miles away—on some forgotten road, tires bald, gas tank empty, and the Wheel turning in your rearview mirror. Always behind you. Always gaining.

The Donut Wheel’s still open. Still spinning.
Some say it feeds on the circular. Hunger that rolls on and never stops.

So if you pass it late at night, and the neon sign flickers to life even though the shop looks closed… don’t stop.

Because what rolls in Huntsville doesn’t always roll out.“

“Best Vietnamese Boba coffee ever“

“Good boba tea come here for good boba!“

“The guy there this morning (Nov. 15, 2021) was extremely pleasant. I ordered 8 kolaches for a family of 4. I did not give any special instructions for my order. He took it upon himself to place 4 extra bags inside of the bag he had given me, incase we had to separate them. This gesture was perfect, considering I was headed to drop my children off at school.“

“Always fresh and delicious“