Everyone who works here seems to love their job. Why?

There's a lot of freedom in working here. The owner, Barbara, is into hiring queers and punks, so we all have a lot in common, and we can't do anything to offend customers—doughnuts sell themselves. We're running at capacity all the time. Some tourists, depending on where they're from, seem threatened by us, or don't know what to make of us. But we get to play our music and do and say what we want, or else we wouldn't be here.

What do you like to do in your free time?

I like to drink.

Anything else?

I DJ under the name DJ-J—not very original, I know—and I like fixing up old Studebakers. And can I add something?

Sure.

Fuck sprinkle doughnuts. They're the last thing we make in the morning, the first thing everyone wants, and the first thing we run out of. Plus, they used to be called "fancy" doughnuts, and then I'd have to spend the whole day explaining what the hell "fancy" meant, and I couldn't use the word "fancy" in my everyday conversation because to me it meant chocolate with sprinkles. I repeat, fuck sprinkle doughnuts.