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LA.FOODBLOGGING: Fritelli's Donuts & Coffee




Mmmm ... I tried the fanciest-schmanciest donuts in L.A. this weekend. Read about it on la.foodblogging.

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Granny said…
I don't know from red carrots or Romanesco cauliflowers.... but icing covered (any flavor) donuts and coffee...hmmm hmmm good.

Sunshine donuts (btw) is thriving! Has a (2nd) shop in Nipomo and will relocate from Higuera out to the Madonna projects. Gently nestled between Costco-Petco-Home-Depot Circuit City and Lowes.

Are we a big city or what?
KT said…
I miss the original Sunshine Donuts, that was downtown.

But I am just glad they are still around. Best donuts ever!
*Warning--off topic*

Nipomo? The town that hosts the lovely Jocko's restaurant? I'm salivating!!!!!!!!!!!
KT said…
Yes, THAT Nipomo. Also home of the weekly swap meet where you can get all of your cheap t-shirt and faux-designer perfume needs met.
Never mind shirts and stanks--GIVE ME SOME JOCKO'S STEAK AND FRIES! I was once there and met some people who had driven there from San Diego just for dinner. Hell, I'd make the drive from Cabo San Lucas if I had to!
KT said…
Although I have been to steakhouses all over the central coast, Jocko's is not one I have had the pleasure of attending yet. Although I have definitely seen the raves over on Chowhound so I would like to check it out someday when I am not blowing through Nipomo trying to get to the Hitching Post. ;)
HHhhmmmm...I'm gonna stick my neck out and say that Jocko's beats the Hitching Post. *ducking*
KT said…
That may well be! I will have to conduct a taste test.

By the way, I just want to make it clear that we started going to the Hitching Post BEFORE Sideways came out, so we're not total posers.
Hahaha! I've been to the HP before and after "Sideways." The locals hate that movie because it brought hoardes of loud idiots to their quiet town. I'll still happily wait an hour for one of their steaks and a bottle (or five) of HP Cork Dancer vino! Happy times happy times!

Jocko's is more of a primal feeding experience. Go hungry. Very hungry. And expect a lengthy wait for a table during the dinner hour. You'll be a happy girl.

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