Master Fresh Donuts

I love their donuts and coffee! Not sure why there’s bad reviews for this place. I’ve been going here since I was little (i’m 22 now). The Vietnamese owners are extremely nice and welcoming. They speak both English and Spanish. Yes they don’t accept credit cards, big deal. only a few donut shops do. Complaining about cold donuts? Ask them to heat it up for you.

I remember I used to come to this place back in 2007 I used to live very close, my surprise was same owner and same friendly people like back then, it was nice to see them again.
any ways… im obsessed with chocolate and sugar donuts so these where very good, as I was waiting for my turn I notice its not as clean as it used to be, this place changed a little bit.
now the thing I hated about this place is there’s a lot of homeless people outside asking for money I ran to my car, locked the door and chugged my drink with my donut, meanwhile there’s a 3 homeless tapping my window it was kinda scary. any way
if im in the area next time, I will TRY to be back.

I swung by here on my way to work, and bought a dozen for my coworkers. (I brought cash this time…).
I got 6 regular glazed, two chocolate, and three apple fritters.
I was there between 9:00 — 10:00am. I work about 2 ½ — 3 miles down the street, and when I got to work, they were all ice cold. Not only that, they also tasted like they were from out of prepackaged box from a grocery store. I could understand them being old, and stale if it were night time, but, it was breakfast hours.
There are so many other donut places, they should step up their game if they want to make it out alive (and in business).

I cruise the streets of Garden Grove scopin’ out apple fritters. One apple fritter to effectively out-​glaze all other apple fritters. One apple fritter to take home, impregnate, and settle down with. Once in a while I come across a singular specimen worthy of a long-​term relationship. I was not able to find such apple fritter at Master Fresh Donuts.
I saw her sitting there, basking in the glow of the late afternoon sunlight. My blood sugar level was low and I was ravenous. She looked at me. She stretched out to flaunt the slightly-​melted glaze on her lumpy physique. I spoke to the cordial young man at the register and asked for her. It took all the strength I had to restrain myself from peeling away the paper bag right there in the store. I waited until I got home to take a bite of her lady-​lumps.
She was crispy on the outside, light and fluffy on the inside. Not dense. The glaze-​to-​bread ratio was perfect. Could this be love?
Only when I was finished ravishing this lovely fritter and giving her a home in my tummy did I realize – not only did she lack the full-​bodied cinnamon flavour of a true apple fritter, there was no sign of true apple-​presence. She was more fritter than apple. She was merely an over-​fried donut in a lumpy fruit-​less disguise.
I collected the fragments of my broken heart and turned my attention to some donut holes, which were fluffy and delicious, if not lacking in personality. They were of little consolation. I fell into gloom. Would I ever find the perfect apple fritter?

These are good old-​fashioned American donuts. (Not at all like that disgusting Krispy Kreme). It is in the same shopping center as Home Depot, so in the morning the store was full of Mexican labor workers. I was pretty impressed by the Vietnamese lady working there. She was switching between speaking in Spanish, Vietnamese and English.