I haven’t had time to post lately. I’ve been so preoccupied with a post-production gig in West Hollywood, I have skipped or forgotten to eat my lunches. I even worked on the all-holy American holiday: The Fourth of July. On that note of patriotism, I arrive today’s post: Annie Eats exorbitantly priced Donuts in support of her nation’s economy.
That’s confectioners sugar.
My friend and I walked into Fonuts, a “faux-donut” bakery in Mid-City-ish. We were greeted by a polite hipster as we oriented ourselves to the new-agey donut shop. Fonuts was quaint, clean, looked more like Fred Segal than Dunkin Donuts, closed before most people got out of work, and charged more than three times the average price for a donut. Oh, and everything was baked or steamed and their menu was dotted with gluten-free selections. By any measure, it was not a traditional donut shop except for the tired-shaped vegan breads in the display cases (hence, the name Fonuts).
(Now that I’m nearing 30, I try not to go out of my way for donuts as they seem to go out of their way to make me fat. These were baked, so, it’s like eating celery.)
Luckily, I’m not one to let traditional definitions of anything dictate my life. So, if they say they sell donuts, I buy it. In fact, I bought two: their top-selling strawberry buttermilk cake and the PBJ filled raised. Our order came out to $6.25 … for two donuts.
In terms of taste, the strawberry buttermilk was good. It reminded me of strawberry Yan Yans, actually – a hair too sweet, yet addictive enough to lose count of how many you eat. The texture was strange. It was sort of damp and crumbly like a dense cake sitting in syrup. Luckily, the strawberry buttermilk glaze was strong enough to distract from the wet bread feel in your mouth.
The PBJ didn’t fare nearly as well for us. My friend was surprised because I am a peanut butter addict. I love most things peanut butter. I may like your cat more if it were named “Peanut Butter.” Even so, I couldn’t be persuaded to like this donut. I was even a little bothered it was so poorly made. The peanut butter and jelly were rolled into one thick ball of paste and stuffed in a thick, dry, yeasty bread. It was bad enough that I trashed it.
So, was Fonuts worth it?
Here’s the thing: Two weekends ago, I paid $15 to farm-pick my own blueberries. Last weekend, I shelled out $7.50 for Sprinkles ice cream. I’m not one to pretend that I don’t indulge in first-world expenses. Let’s be real, though; a donut is flour, water, sugar, yeast, maybe buttermilk. Unless it’s stuffed with lady-Viagra or the HPV vaccine, it’s difficult to justify spending $6.50 on two donuts, particularly when a throw-away costs upwards of $3. If you have a gluten sensitivity, Fonuts is the shop for you. If not, once the novelty wears off, a Bob’s raised glazed from The Original Farmers Market is much more satisfying.