Angel Donuts (PANAMA LANE) — Restaurant in Bakersfield

Today I went to Mc Donald's which I don't like to eat their unhealthy and cheap quality food, I grabbed a breakfast sec mcgriddle and an orange juice. The picture shows the difference between a small business and a giant franchise restaurant, Clearly you can see that angel donuts wins in all categories taste, look and goodness gracious look how big is their sandwich. First time I try Angel Donuts, The girl that took my order was adorable and sweet such a beautiful young woman, You can tell their business is immaculate and beautiful.

Such a neat business, Support small businesses and forget the corporate giants and their unhealthy food.

Angel Donuts has BOBA too 👍🏻 Donuts and sandwiches are 🤤mouth watering selection.

I rate this place as a top 1% reviewer for Google 12/10 I love this place, Still reading? Jump in your car and go have some great breakfast foods and other lovely things.

Please do not forget and always support small businesses...

Nice clean restaurant with a good selection of donuts and very friendly staff. Angel's 'appears' as though they are going to have great donuts. However, each of the four times I've been to Angel's the donuts taste....odd. They taste as though they are prepared in a fryer that also cooks other foods. I worked at a bar & grille for 5+ years, during which time I learned very quickly that you cannot cross-contaminate types of foods in the fryers. For example, on Fridays we served fish. If we cooked the fish in oil previously used for french fries you could taste the fries in the fish. Even worse, after frying fish for an entire day, if you cooked fries or chicken strips in that fish fryer oil...yuck! You could taste the fish...in everything. The above is what the donuts at Angel's taste like. Not fish (that was just an example), but definitely other foods. It's too bad because Angel's could be a...

Some people go to therapy. I got Angel Donuts in Panama. Specifically, I dragged myself in at the end of a particularly villainous week, order a very specific arrangement of a dozen donuts, and retreat to my lair like a sugar-fueled cryptid. The best part: no one judges me. Not the cashier who lovingly boxes up my emotional support pastries and smiles like she actually believes they are for a group. These donuts are not just good, they are the catharsis of a good cry after rehashing all the bad decisions you made in middle school that led you up to this very moment. They are edible permission slips to feel my feelings while covered in coconut. If you're looking for a donut shop that serves kindness with glaze and never asks "are these all for you?" this is your sanctuary. You're sticky-fingered cathedral. You're frosted salvation. Ten out of ten. Would cry into one of their...