Cheap donuts are still good donuts, most of the time. This place lives up to that mantra. I bout a half dozen and paid something like 4-5 bucks for them? That's a deal. The incomparable Boston Cream is offered here, and their version works just fine. I can't complain.
The old fashioned--that venerable gentleman and true test of a donutier's holy grit was fine. Not much whelming going on in either direction, and I certainly enjoyed destroying that jelly donut that was stuffed with a massive amount of jelly. It hemorrhaged.
I think this would be a pretty fine stop when you need to pick up a treat for the scout troop or the people that came over to help you move. It's not a precious bakery where each one is hand-decorated. It's simple and they're fried donuts. No pastries.
The poor girl running the place didn't look a day over 12, and although she's kind, and surely of legal age to vend donuts, she wasn't really equipped to do much more than put things in a box when you pointed to them. She won't be discussing the milling technique of their flour anytime soon.