Let’s talk about what may very well be my new fave donut. Like even after I’ve been eating donuts all day long with a few ice cream cones thrown in for good measure, I still want more of this donut. Who would have guessed??
A recentish transplant to the LA donut scene, I welcome Blue Star with open
mouth arms. For my first trip there, I had to see what’s what, so I tried one of every donut base: old fashioned, raised, frittered, filled. And every one was excellent. Every one. Every one was like whoa.
What do we have here? Oh just a raised donut with zippy passion fruit glaze and a dusting of spicy cocoa nibs next to a chunky hard apple cider fritter clockwising on down to a vanilla bean custard filled crème brûlée situation with a do-it-yourself pipette of Cointreau and then landing onto my new bff: lemon poppy buttermilk old fashioned (perfectly fried – not overly greasy; perfectly glazed – bright and citrusy and not saccharine sweet; perfectly buttermilky – light and fluffy and tangy; and then poppy seeds – perfectly pretty bc what else is their point?).
You read that all correctly: passion fruit. hard cider. Cointreau pipette. bff of seemingly the most normal donut on the block. Want to read some more? Get a load of what Blue Star says on their own website: “Our donuts are made from a classic brioche recipe that originated in the south of France. The dough takes 18 hours to make and is made from scratch every day; we start with a sustainable bread flour from Shepherds Grain, add cage free eggs, whole hormone-free milk, and then fold in a European-style butter. Our donuts, glazes, and fillings are made fresh throughout the day, and we only cook our donuts in rice oil.” Wut.
So now basically stop reading and head over to Abbot Kinney and get yourself a box. Or maybe wait until the morning so you’re not sad if you’re too late now and they’re sold out already. Also, fyi, there is no counter inside, but also, fyi, there is a newspaper stand/box about 4 sidewalk squares down the street that looks like it was placed there for the sole purpose of being a donut table. (and also you can get these in Portland or Tokyo….and that’s it)