sounds about right.....
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Was he?
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Rompered, 1 week, graphic pics in posts without proper tagging,

Or so I heard.
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The filled bear claw was one of my favs, don’t see them around much anymore.

Place near me does a pistachio-lemon old fashioned that’s pretty damn good but most donuts give me the oil burps these days. Getting old is a drag.
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I like to drink a little decaf if I am up late and an old fashioned cake is the perfect companion. I like the filled donuts and iced donuts I usually drink a couple glasses of whole milk with them. There is a little donut shop that throws in the donut holes when you buy a box of their glazed, awesome. Really not into the hostess type prepackaged donuts though.
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MMMmmmmmmmmmmm. Winchels donuts ��
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Nah, donuts need to be started at 5am, and you need to buy them by 7:30am
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Donuts are for cops. I don't eat cop food.
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Love a good apple fritter back in the day Winchell's imo had the best. Wish they would come back to my area hell with Dunkin Donuts. Quiktrip actually has a pretty good one.

My fav is Lamars white filled longjohn.


The long lost Bear Claw

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I know and I dont understand why. When Ray LaMar was alive he always had them in his place on Linwood. I remember on an interview he was asked what was his favorite donut was. He answered to eat he bear claw but the one that pays the bills is the glazed.
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LaMar's is exactly what I think of when I think of the perfect donut.
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Same. I was just telling someone about Lamar’s a few days ago.
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maple bacon bar
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Fresh ground chuck burgers for the grill.


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:-) - this, coupled with the memory of JCPenney from the Schlitterbon thread reminded me. The captain of our security would bring in 2 dozen LaMars and put them behind the desk with all the security monitors. These were brought in right when we switched from night shift to day.

There was this geezer on day shift who would hover over the box, snuffling and wiping his nose with the back of his hand, before he'd pick out a donut.

It was a weekly race against the clock to finish our night shift duties and get to that box before he shambled in.
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