Doughnut Love — Restaurant in Coquitlam

Honestly i have no idea where to begin, From being utterly lost in a world of perplexing menu options to a Magnetic Locking washroom door, this was an experience that words fail to describe in such detail. Alas, I shall do you all a service in trying.

As I timidly grasped the enigmatic metallic handlular apparati, known to mere mortals as "the front door handle," I was struck dumb by its sheer magnificence. My feeble attempts at words turned into a pitiful gasp, as if all the air had been sucked out of my measly lungs. Oh, what a sight it must have been—a bumbling fool, standing in awe of the magnificence that was the most aesthetic looking donutular doo-dad establishment.

As I entered the enchanting realm of human genius, I approached the front counter that gleamed like polished quartz. There, I faced the monumental task of making a decision that would define my adult life. To my surprise, I found myself being advised by none other than the goddess of persuasion herself. Within those four walls of heavenly delight, I had set out on a mission to acquire a solitary donutular doo-dad. However, I succumbed to temptation and left that sacred counter with not one, but two spherical counter-type donutular apparati. Alas, my head was filled not only with the joys of indulgence, but also with the bitter taste of shame for my lack of self-control.

As I lifted the coveted donutular doo-dad towards my eager, albeit unworthy mouthular chomping apparati, an explosion of flavors erupted within me. Had this explosion occurred outside my head, it would have made that "little boy" explosion seem utterly feeble in comparison. Every hue imaginable danced before my mind's eye, as if the entire vibrant spectrum of the Earth had conspired to join me on this journey to pure enlightenment. Never before had my tongue experienced such a divine encounter with a cylindrical masterpiece of the donutular doo-dad archetype. After momentarily reorienting myself on this gyrating aqua planet known as "Earth," the call of nature became an urgent demand. It was no longer a mere request; it was a forceful declaration. Approaching the washroom doors, I was met with a button that would release the magnetic lock, granting me access to relieve my fiery insides. The washroom itself surpassed any description mere words could offer—it was a realm of pristine cleanliness. May the gods forgive me, for I was about to subject that sacred washroom to a hellish ordeal with my unholy, yet perfectly natural, bodily movements. Once I finished that unholy act, I found myself confounded as the door refused to budge. It seemed that instead of a simple, yet effective lock, they had installed the highest level of security known to the modern world. They would not associate with such smooth-brained mechanical rotating devices here at "Donut Love." Oh no, they were far beyond such childlike inventions with their far superior and intricate mechanisms. I felt an unparalleled sense of security within that faithful washroom. Finally, after pressing the "open button," the door yielded, and I departed the premises. I bid a final farewell, waving goodbye with a full stomach and empty bowels. This day could not have unfolded any more perfectly. I eagerly anticipate my return to this establishment, wondering what new adventures await me. Thank you all, and may you have the...

If heaven had a breakfast club, Doughnut Love in Coquitlam would be the founding member. Let me tell you, this place knows how to make your taste buds do the cha-cha. I waddled in expecting a quick sugar rush and left with a full-on breakfast love affair. Here’s the scoop:

First off, the chocolate chip cookie dough doughnut. It’s like someone took my childhood dreams of sneaking cookie dough out of the fridge and deep-fried them into a perfectly golden doughnut. Absolute perfection. Then there was the apple crumble doughnut—crispy, sweet, with that lovely crumbly topping that made me think of Grandma’s kitchen (if Grandma was a Michelin-star chef in disguise). Together, they were like the dynamic duo of dessert—Batman and Robin, but covered in sugar and far tastier.

Now, let me talk about the cheesy smoky breakfast sandwich. My friends, I have had a lot of breakfast sandwiches in my day. I’ve been around the eggy block, had my share of bacon-stacked bagels, and yes, even tangoed with the occasional McMuffin. But this one? It was life-altering. Like, call-your-mom-and-tell-her-you-found-the-one kind of good. I’m not even joking when I say this was the best breakfast sandwich I’ve ever had. Hands down, no debate. The cheese was melty, the smokiness was spot on, and the bread hugged the filling like it knew I needed that kind of emotional support that morning. Bravo, Doughnut Love, bravo.

And then there was the pistachio latte. I thought it was pretty good—creamy with that distinct pistachio nuttiness. But my girlfriend? She took one sip, wrinkled her nose, and gave me that look like I had just offered her a cup of blended brussels sprouts. So yeah, it’s a bit of a polarizing beverage. I was happy, she wasn’t, and I ended up with two lattes. Win-win for me, honestly.

Overall, Doughnut Love is definitely worth the visit. Whether you’re after doughnuts that’ll make you reconsider what you know about dessert or a breakfast sandwich that might just change your life, this is the spot. Plus, it’s always fun to take your taste buds on an adventure—even if it means having to finish your partner’s drink. Check it out. Trust me, your stomach...

We went there today (11:15am) planning to get donuts. I have Celiac and have tried their gluten free donuts before and they were excellent. There aren’t many options for me at other places so I was really looking forward to this.

We stood in line with 3 people ahead of us, and they had two gluten free donuts left. While we were waiting one of the staff was waiting on customers while the other answered the phone. As it was our turn to order the person on the phone took both gluten free donuts and put them in a box for whoever was on the phone to pick up at a later time (overheard her say 2pm). I asked if there were any gluten free donuts left, to which the staff member serving us said “no, we just sold the last two”. Because of my allergies we had to leave, which is incredibly disappointing given my lack of any other options in the area, and means they lost out on my husband’s order also.

The donuts themselves are wonderful. The place is nice. It was disappointing that they are already out of gf donuts before noon, given they are open for almost 5 more hours.

If you are hoping for gluten free donuts - go before 10am.

If you are the business owner - please know we drove there and stood in line to be told we could not be served and that a person on the phone was given priority to a person in your location, especially given they were ordering for a significantly later time. If this is a common occurrence to be out of these specialty donuts before your day is half over can you consider making more for those who don’t have other options? Or, if the staff notice there are only a select number remaining they could have asked those in line if they were planning on purchasing any of those remaining before reserving them for a phone order. If we had walked in and seen there were none left we would have left immediately, rather than waiting in line to be told we were...