After Lucinda’s Divine Doughnuts earlier in the week, doughnuts were all I could think about. Foremost in my mind was a memory from my childhood; the doughnut which has never been surpassed (and I’ve tried a lot of doughnuts.)
My younger brother was in town for a couple of days this week, so we got on our motorcycles and rode out to the far east San Gabriel Valley. We grew up in Glendora, so it was a bit like going home.
They say you can never go home again, and to a certain extent they’re right. Riding through Glendora had a kind of familiarity to it, but so much had changed that it didn’t really feel like home anymore. One thing hadn’t changed, though, and that was the biggest motivation for our ride.
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Jim has been the Donut Man in Glendora for as long as I can remember. I don’t know when Jim took over what was then called “Foster’s Doughnuts,” but I do remember my parents chatting with him at the doughnut shop when I was about five or six years old, so that would’ve been the mid-’70s. Although we hadn’t been there in more than 10 years, Jim recognized my brother’s face, and asked after our mom.
The strawberry doughnut did not disappoint. As good or better than I remembered it, although as I remember, it was quite a bit larger then. I think the reality of it is that I was quite a bit smaller then. Either way, it was without a doubt the best doughnut ever. When you go to The Donut Man – and you will go – I recommend the strawberry doughnut. Just in case strawberry isn’t your favorite, though, there are many other tasty temptations.
Perhaps best of all, anytime the craving hits you, the Donut Man is there for you. Open 24 hours a day.
The Donut Man can be found here, on East Alosta Avenue between Glendora Avenue and Lone Hill. Go. Go now! Go often. Ask for Jim, and tell him that Nancy Burns’ son sent you.