On Donuts

This past week the Petes were both in Cupertino for a visit. The last few times I’ve been out there, I’ve been told to find a donut shop called Stan’s that is close to our normal Cupertino hotel. Because I am lazy and morally suspect, I never managed to do this. On this trip though, we girded our loins and made ourselves get out there one morning. So here is a shout out to Stan’s. If you are in the Bay Area and you don’t get donuts there, you are a fool.

I am normally on record as saying that the canonically correct donut is a New England cake-style cider donut. Some of the best examples of these come from the beloved donut and pie store of my youth: Atkins Farms in Amherst.

Stan’s, however, elevates the raised and glazed donut to a new level of artistry. Pete and I each got one of their “twists” or cruellers right out of the fryer with a fresh coat of glaze. They were hot, crunchy on the outside and chewy on the inside. Overall, these take those little bullshit Kripsy Kreme sugar covered air pockets and kicks them in the ass back into the little sewer hole out of which they crawled to pollute all that is good and proper about real donuts. If nothing else, Stan’s emphasizes the fact that KK donuts are morally wrong in every way.

The cake donuts were good too. Lighter than the East Coast version, but crusty and yummy anyway.

Two donuts were enough food for the whole day. Keep that in mind when you drop by.