I pushed Izzy in his stroller, lucky him, and Grandpa Joe and I tried to walk along briskly. When we got there, doughnut making was in full swing. Izzy was entranced as he watched the doughnuts being dropped into the hot oil. I could barely tear him away to eat his. Eventually he joined us on a bench outside and by the time we had left a half an hour or so later he had eaten three, a cream-filled (too heavy and fake cream), cinnamon sugar (light), and plain (also light, not too greasy). I should have stopped him but I figured this was certainly a unique experience and we would not be visiting any more doughnut shops in the near future.
Since I am not a true doughnut aficionado, I am not quite sure what makes a great doughnut. What I found alluring about these was the simple fact that they were freshly made. They seemed light and not too greasy.
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These are a favorite of my family. My nephews drove all the way from Barnegat Light to pick some up the other weekend. There's usually quite a long line for them as well. The secret is -- you guessed -- a freshly made donut. There's nothing like 'em. My favorites are actually the plain ones.
freshly made before your eyes by the donut robot! (and a teenager usually) ... automated donut machines make me drool
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