This morning i woke up with a mysterious craving for a Felicia's jelly donut -- if only it weren't 3,000 miles away. How i envy you Bostonians who need only scoot down to Readville for lunch at Felicia's. It's the sort of neighborhood treasure that is sorely missing here in Los Angeles. I haven't been in at least three years, when i had the otherwise ill luck to work in Hyde Park. Will someone please confirm that it remains as good as ever.