The Donut Man will hereby be known as the place responsible for my recent weight gain. You know how some people have beer bellies? Well I don’t drink beer. I have a donut belly. Or a croissant belly. Or bread pudding belly. Some kind of starchy belly.
I used to frequent Doughnut Plant in NYC quite often. Though I could never figure out why people raved about it so and so, I’d constantly return in hopes of experiencing that magical moment. Peanut butter and jelly donut, pumpkin donut, chocolate (Valhrona!) donut…sadly the moment never came. I do like their donuts, but at that high “gourmet” price, I’d rather head over to Claude’s for a croissant. Donut Man in Glendora, though, is a completely different story. My first visit was nearly a month ago, when peaches were gloriously ripe and tender sweet. Donut Man is primarily coveted his fresh fruit donuts where warm yeasty glazed donuts are sliced in half and stuffed high with slices of sweet peaches. Strawberries take center stage when in season. You get your hot dough, fried, practically melting into the soft fruity butteriness of the peaches. It’s divine. I forgot my camera. But I did not forget the taste!
But alas, peach season is all pau with and being the stickler about quality that the Donut Man himself is, we’ll have to wait for next year’s summer crop to bestow it’s bliss upon us. But in the meantime, I’ve been finding myself, courtesy of Julie and her car at Donut Man on random weeknights, indulging in whatever’s “hot” out of the fryer at the moment.
Just attractive as the seasonal fruit donuts are these wondrous Tiger Tails. Long and luxurious, yeasty soft strands of dough are swirled with melting lines of chocolate. Over a foot in length and delicate as fairy wings and tasty as heaven itself…be still my artery clogged heart! You must ONLY have the Tiger Tail when it’s HOT. Even if that means waiting outside for an hour…in the middle of the night…in Glendora…when you have Chinese homework due the next day. It’s your DUTY. Besides, they’re open 24 hours a day just for you, the least you can do is wait 60 minutes. You’ll look at the donut and think, “whoa man, that’s waaay to big for me to finish!” But don’t laugh. It’ll be gone in a minute. Just like that. And the best part is you won’t even feel the slightest bit heavy or greasy afterwards. That’s cause the man’s got a magic hand with oil! It also gives you no excuses to refuse a sample of the little cinnamon donuts bites they’ll most likely offer you.
Julie is fond of the Boston Creme donut. So fond that she couldn’t wait to hold it still for me to snap this picture. The inside was practically puffing with a soft pudding creme, so pure and decadent all the same. I haven’t sampled this one yet but I’ll sure take her word for it!
And if creme or chocolate doesn’t catch your fancy, look around. There’s a seemingly infinite number of choices…
It’s best to come late in the middle of the night, when it gets crowded and they’re churning out donuts like there’s no tomorrow. Come in with no preference and get whatever is being flipped out of the fryer. Get it hot, burn your fingers, no regrets.
915 E Route 66
Glendora, CA 91740