A trip out to Glendora for The Donut Man. Does it live up to the hype?
I am proud to say that as of 10:55 this morning, I do know the Donut Man.
The Donut Man has been on my Los Angeles Bucket List for a while now. Jim Nakano’s creations have been featured on Huell Howser, Jonathan Gold’s 99 Things to Eat in L.A. Before You Die, and most recently, the L.A. Times. Unfortunately, it isn’t exactly around the corner from me.
Enter Ngoc and Matty, who are just as crazy about donuts as I am! Abe doesn’t like them (I know, say WHAT?!?) plus he had to work. So our little trio drove the 40 minutes to Glendora without him.
It really was like church! We parked ourselves on the lawn next door with the other customers. Every few minutes you’d hear someone yell out, “Oh my God!”
Ordered 5 things to split between the three of us, which cost about $10.
First, the Tiger Tail, since it was the easiest to share
This was, essentially, a very long glazed donut with chocolate. A solid start.
Next, the strawberry donut, which he is famous for.
All I have to say is – HALLELUJAH!!!! Every jelly donut I’ve previously had is now hanging its head in shame. Fresh fruit is where it’s at, and as you can see, there’s nothing canned or preserved here.
A palate cleanser – Apple Fritter, still warm. Seriously mind-blowing perfection.
We had some trouble figuring out which one to tackle next.
Ngoc had the brilliant suggestion of saving the Chocolate Peanut Butter as our “dessert donut,” which almost made me pee my pants from laughing.
There’s no bathroom at The Donut Man, by the way. Nor are there any knives. We wound up passing these around, taking bites like we were in a drug circle.
PEACHES!!! They just came in season, so if you’re reading this now get your ass there pronto!!! Raw and firm, the stone fruits added an unexpected bite to its gooey soft pillow. I can’t imagine how long it must take to peel all of them…
And finally, our “dessert donut”
We were expecting it to be filled with MORE peanut butter frosting, but alas, there was none. Not that it needed it.
That was a religious experience. Jim Nakano isn’t the Donut Man, he is the Donut GOD.