Winchell’s Donut House

This place is the perfect little breakfast spot. You can tell the bagels and donuts are fresh. The coffee was hot and better than black coffee I’ve ever had from Starbucks. The service was fast and friendly. If you’re the type of person looking for a good bagel breakfast sandwich in LA, I would highly recommend it.

SAVE YOUR MONEY PEOPLE!!! The only reason I even spent any money here was because I skipped breakfast and there was a long line at Morphe. I came up to the counter and no one was there, I even poked my head in to get service. it took about 5 minutes for someone to come out. Anyways, my best friend and I got the donut balls, it was the most disgusting donut balls I have ever had. HOW DO YOU RUIN DONUTS BALLS?! I am not even exaggerating on how little glaze they put on it, the donut ball is SMALL and dry inside, why are they so cheap with the glaze? Just save your money people, go to a different donut place because I bet a million dollars it tastes 10 0000x better.

I never had the worst coconut glazed donuts in my life before. It had a really weird yucky after taste. And it wasn’t soft and moist. So disappointed spending $ 3.00 on some lousy donuts. 7 Eleven is better, And we all know how disgusting 7 Eleven donuts are. Even Albertson’s donuts are way better.

This place always blows my mind on how it can take 30 to 45 minutes for them to make one egg and sausage sandwich. You can have 10 people waiting outside and there’s only one worker in there going to the back and taking her sweet time to make a sandwich. The lady who takes the order is on her phone doesn’t even greet you when you come to the window just smiles and looks at you with her 10 pounds of make up. you’re not sure if you’re supposed to order or wait. After 30 minutes of waiting for her to bring me two sandwiches she comes back with 1 sandwich only and still on the phone. I told her I ordered 2 she just smiles doesn’t say sorry and turns around to go make another one. I was so furious and I know that this place always does this and I keep giving it another chance and coming back but I think I’m done I’m not showing up back to this Winchell’s again. I just couldn’t wait another 30 minutes I have to get back to work so I just told her you know what I don’t even want this sandwich cancel the whole thing I went back empty handed after wasting my time standing there while an idiot that works for Winchell’s is still on the phone not given a crap about being at work.

Stopped here because Krispy Kreme was craaazy and ¹²⁄₁₂ (day of the dozens!) and I was craving just one donut. I got the old-​fashioned from here. Didn’t quite satisfy the craving, but it was alright (I’ve had better). Just didn’t really hit the spot for me.

Yummy donuts, even better bagels and ham & cheese croissants. Even with 2 – 3 attendants, there is usually a wait in the morning because everyone wants their donut and coffee fix for the day. They make everything just the way I like. I ask for a little extra love with the cream cheese and its always satisfactory. Parking is sometimes difficult if its busy. Sometimes they have 2 windows open for quicker service. They charge an additional fee to use your card. Very nice employees. The youngest one with the glasses is my favorite!

Service was nice, but when I got donuts for my work recently, the entire batch was dry. All 3 dozen.

I have been here twice. I wanted doughnuts. The sign says open 24 hours. I see the doughnuts. It’s 10am. I smell the doughnuts. I ring the bell. again and again. No one is inside. No one comes to the window. I am sad. No doughnuts, twice. What is wrong with you!

This is our definite go to donut place for work, especially since it’s also walking distance — Woo-​Hoo! I have never once had a bad or stale donut here & a co-​worker keeps waxing poetic about their glazed donut, I figured I’d get up off my butt and review this place. The women who work there are always pleasant with a smile and the coffee is WAY better than Stabucks.

Winchell’s is a franchise I am glad to see is still run in many cities in Southern California. Much like Pioneer Chicken, Lucky Boys, Broasted Chicken, Mr.-T, Fernando Valenzuela, Chevy Chase and «Steppin Out» by Joe Jackson, Winchell’s has not seen a huge market increase.
Winchell’s is by definition a chain in that it is of a size larger than Mom-​N-​Pop and it offers franchises. Though it is only established in the Southwest and Midwest on the United States. It is on a smaller scale than Dunkin Donuts which goes to New York. Winchell’s would not meet the style of the huge, 1% style, Corporate, Commercialized Chains so I am ok shopping here.
I love all their donuts, not gourmet, not fancy, not unique, just good olé fashioned donuts including the chocolate bars, devil’s food and apple claws which I love.
When I purchased a donut here I was greeted by a friendly young woman working the register. I noticed an older woman proudly sweeping the floor outside. Nice area, parking on the street, a saw small bench and table to sit on and have a donut (though in the map it shows 3 tables, idk).
Viva La Winchell’s!

Selling donuts here more than sixty years. Something’s right about the product and location.
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I’ve eaten donuts served from the window of this Winchell’s since before my eager nose poked over the stainless steel window counter. The local economic refugees these days are Sur instead of Okie. My dad coffee and snacked up here, heading out on his morning milk truck runs. What’s a milk truck? A rolling personal milk delivery platform for watching Nevada nuclear bomb tests glow on the predawn eastern horizon. A skinny and ambitious kid, he soon advanced in life, riveting gas tanks on Lockheed Constellations from the inside. The donuts and coffee might have helped him succeed.
I’m going off here. My conclusion is the last paragraph.
My relationship-​obsessed family got me started early. My mom, egging me on, gave me a quarter, I took Karen, the little girl up the street to Winchell’s on the back of my tricycle for my first date. We got a donut and milk, plus change. I’m sure it was as much an exercise in independence and money handling as a first date.
When I was six, Victor, a first grade friend, dragged a Playboy magazine from the auto mechanic’s dumpster behind Winchell’s. One of the guys from the garage read and dumped it. That stuff in public was forbidden fruit back then. No thanks to you Hugh, and Mr. Mechanic, that experience with ¹⁄₂₅₀^th second, airbrushed nekkid girls put me on a path taking years to walk away from. The riches from those 250ths of a second built Hefner’s empire and let that 84 year old marry a twenty-​something girl next door. He can probably launch a new reality TV show, «Beyond Viagra with Hugh»
Oops, I got off the track, you’re probably reading from a tiny device with no time to read part of human history.
Winchell’s product is tasty as ever, milk just as cold, coffee as hot. It’s as consistent as the trees on Providencia Street and the flood control raceway to the east. Maybe you can use a lucky boost in life just like my dad. Unlike many places, there’s half and half on the coffee bar instead of Coffee Mate only for the morning brew.