No. 82, Cake Donut at Cream Pan

From it's tray behind a wall of glass it speaks out silently putting thoughts into your brain like Professor Xavier. “Buy me! Eat me!” If you're a sucker like me, you'll cave. And you'll be happy you did. 

Golden brown, visibly crisp and so puffy it's shaped more like an apple, the outside crackles repeatedly before yielding a toothsome interior that sticks to the roof of your mouth. An airy sweetness hides inside. Just another perfect goodie from Tustin's most masterful bakers.