Love this place—the donuts are top-tier. But word to the wise: if they say they’re out of fritters, don’t trust ‘em. My friend was visiting from out of town, and I had hyped the fritters like they were a spiritual experience. The last fritter in the case was sold to the patron right in front of us. I asked if there were any more in the back. As the donut attendant looked away with a terse “no,” I asked again, this time pointing to the fresh trays of donuts in the back… again, a terse no. Our hearts sank—so we pushed them back up with three donuts each. (The it’s nutty is amazing, raspberry-filled is spot on, and anything glazed hits hard.) Ten minutes later as we wobble away inflammed from gluten gluttony…. a fresh tray of apple fritters appears like some kind of pastry-based betrayal. We swallowed our pride and purchased two for the walk home.