Hurray for Donut Town!

I’m back home in Los Angeles. La La Land. The City of Angeles. The City That Never Sleeps. The Windy City. The Big Apple, they call it.

Okay, they call it some of those things. What I call it is “Donut Town.”

Seriously, what’s with all the donut shops in a place so obsessed with fitness? Not that I’m complaining. I love it, in fact. And not that I think those things are mutually exclusive. I’m in okay shape and I eat junk food every damned day.

There are literally hundreds of donuts shops in LA. (This guy counted 842 in Los Angeles County.) We’ve got Krispy Kreme, Dunkin’ Donuts, Winchell’s and Randy’s.

There’s California Donuts, Stan’s in Westwood and my favorite by far: Primo’s Donuts at Sawtelle and National. I was lucky enough to live a couple blocks away from this family-owned and operated treasure my first three and a half years in L.A.

Nothing made me feel better than buying a hot, fresh, delicious donut from a woman that – I swear – looked just like my 88-year-old grand mamma. I hope she’s still there. I think I’m going to make the trip down to Primo’s and grab me a cake with pink icing and sprinkles. Don’t laugh. Primo’s is the place I discovered that Homer Simpson might be a jerk-ass but he truly knows his donuts.  

(Before you comment, yes I'm aware that Homer Simpson isn't real. Homer Simpson is just an actor.)

As I head out to fight LA traffic for a taste of Primo’s I’ll leave you with this little video I made on National Donut Day in June (pre-Junk Food Jones). It’s chock-full of tasty donut facts!
(Disclaimer: This video contains absolutely no facts.)