Donuttery

There are still some neighborhood dinettes that look like German-American Bund meeting halls, and cheeseries, donutteries, satisfy-it-quick emporiums.

The Berger binge on battered butter and sugar seemed to relax the inhibitions of the usual cruller crowd who observed, in humbling fashion, that a neighboring donuttery, Old Town Donuts, drew frequent visits of “a real celebrity” — radio voice Charlie Brennan.

In much the same way a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower suggests the elegance of Paris or the Coliseum cues the viewer to the antiquity of Rome, the twenty-three-foot-diameter cement pastry that sits upon the roof of the donuttery [Randy’s Donuts] implies all that is kitschy about the City of Angels.

This unique donuttery [VooDoo Donuts], where the “magic is in the hole,” is the brainchild of business partners Kenneth “Cat Daddy” Pogson and Tres Shannon.

Yes, I like to highlight local businesses in this column, but local franchises count, too, and since DD [Dunkin’ Donuts] and KK [Krispy Kreme] are arch-rival donutteries (it’s a real word; don’t look it up), it was only fair.

But it does seem like that donuttery, that famous chain, is having a hundred-yen sale every time I turn around.

I tried to remember to exercise—to exercise for exercise’s sake, not just hauling boxes, getting laundry done, or walking to the video store, the library, and the local donuttery—but I was still working twelve to fourteen hours a day, six days a week.