I can die happy. I finally had one of The Donut Man’s famous (the real sort of famous, not the “famous” found on every billboard that you see while driving on the 5 freeway) strawberry donuts…a doughy glazed, fresh strawberry-filled mountain of deliciousness. At the risk of blasphemy, sometimes people’s raves about certain local establishments don’t pan out for me (ahem…I’m talking to you, Pink’s and In-N-Out). But The Donut Man on Route 66 in Glendora, CA lives up to its reputation. I ate the whole thing in one go, and would have attacked the one on Steve’s plate, but he ate his in like 30 seconds.