Husband was told to go here by a work colleague, and as I, his loving wife, was still recovering from a potluck hangover with girlfriends from the night before, he decided donuts were an acceptable Sunday brunch. He brought home a mixed dozen, all of which were fresh, but my favorite was the strawberry filling. These are larger than Krispy Kreme or Dunkin Donuts, and they're soft and chewy with delightfully crispy edges. The donut itself is not overly sweet, but their glazes are more than enough to compensate. Very reminiscent of old fashioned yeast donut shops. Pretty sure you'd be the star of fellowship hour if you showed up with these. ( If that still goes on. I dunno if Jesus has banned gluten yet.)