My eyes welled up with tears last October after I had reached the front of the line at New York City's Dominique Ansel Bakery, home of the original "Cronut".  It was my last day in the city and I had been saving the best treat for last.  The cashier, lacking all empathy said, "Sorry.  We're all out."  I stared at her in disbelief.  She then gestured to the sign behind her, "Cronuts Sold Out."  It was too awful to be true. 

I had resisted all copy-cats, saving my cronut-virginity for THIS, the ORIGINAL.  I walked myself out of the bakery, my head low, curse words were muttered and then the tears started falling.  It was the ultimate Food Pervert fail.  

My "crying for cronuts" face outside of the Dominique Ansel Bakery in Soho.

I had no reason to deny myself west coast cronuts after this incident.  Maybe they weren't the originals, but I'm sure they would be just as good, if not better!

Last week, I had one hell of an LA cronut at Kettle Glazed Doughnuts in Hollywood.  It was Valentine's Day and I deserved a special, delicious treat.  This cronut was heart-shaped, filled with chocolate custard and sprinkled with strawberry sugar.  Even though it was incredibly sweet, (God only knows how many spoonfuls of sugar it contained) it was one of the best pastries I have ever tasted.  I greedily ate it in my car.  It was gone in about 45 seconds...that would be my guess.

I didn't stop at the cronut.  If I'm going to judge a doughnut shop I have to try at least one other thing!  I also ordered the old-fashioned cake doughnut with blueberries, bacon and a maple glaze.  There is no visual evidence because I took one bite and couldn't stop, not even for a photo.  You can imagine those flavors, with that cake consistency...oooooh.  

Overall Rating: *****

Kettle Glazed has no complaints from me.  I would like to make a monthly visit and get special customer free doughnuts for life, or maybe a doughnut named after me!