Daniel Stolarek
Google
Look. They don't need my review. They sell out every day regardless...but I'll write one anyway. I'm from Chicago, and was visiting my sister who has been living on the island for a few years. When she told me I had to try "the best donut you will ever eat in your life", I rolled my eyes. "Can it beat the Stans Donuts I have back home? Fat chance", I thought. Until I experienced it.
I was doing some dishes at her apartment when I took my first bite. I almost didn't even register how good it was because I inhaled the rest of it in about one second, without even really realizing. I kept doing the dishes, and a moment later realized what had just occurred. The flavor, the fluffiness, the way it dissolved on my tongue. All my brain knew was "give me more of that immediately." I turned to see my sister filming my reaction, laughing hysterically. From there on I was a fiend. She had insisted on buying a dozen. "This wont be enough", she said. She was not wrong. I ate half the box in about 10 minutes. The cinnamon crumble (best hands down), the chocolate twist, the maple bacon, the glazed. All are a romantic, borderline s*xual experience. And thus, a love affair with a small donut shop in Hawaii was born.
The last time my sister flew home to Chicago, she traveled 5000 miles, across an ocean and two connecting flights, with a dozen Donut King donuts on her lap. She battled multiple airport strangers licking their chops and leaning over trying to steal a sniff. One man BEGGED for a small piece. She acquiesced, but for the remainder of the journey did her best to stay strong for us back home. She succeeded in surprising us with those donuts. A Christmas miracle.
Thank you, Donut (my)King.