I drove down to La Puente on Sunday to The Donut Hole.
There were about 40 donut varieties on display behind the windows. The woman at the register refused to speak to me except to say that they didn’t have a type of donut that we could plainly see they did have. The ones we ended up with were tasty, however.
I went back on Wednesday morning. This time, the woman was a bit more communicative, although she wasn’t overly familiar with English.
