Ponchiks: Everything You Want Inside a Warm Shell

Ponchiks arrive warm at Art’s Bakery, fried golden, filled to order, and dusted with just enough sugar. The dough stays light and tender. The first bite gives way to custard, chocolate cream, or jam that spreads evenly across the soft interior. Each flavor settles differently. Some rich, some bright, and some deeply familiar.

The vanilla custard finishes smooth, while the hazelnut spread adds weight and warmth. Fruit versions like blueberry or raspberry come tangy, with just enough pulp to cut the sweetness. Nothing sits in a display case.

Ponchiks don’t announce themselves with decoration. They rely on heat, softness, and flavor that hits on the first bite. They suit early mornings, short breaks, and quiet evenings. One ponchik holds enough to satisfy, but not enough to resist a second.

Ponchiks: Everything You Want Inside a Warm Shell

Custard Cream Ponchik

The Custard Cream Ponchik anchors the menu. The shell comes crisp at the edges and soft inside, with pale yellow custard filling the center. The texture stays smooth. The sweetness runs mild. The custard holds shape, settling gently into the dough. You eat it fast, but the finish stays light. It suits morning cravings, along with late-night stops.

Hazelnut Spread Ponchik

The Hazelnut Spread Ponchik lands heavier. The dough matches the custard version, but the filling turns richer. You taste toasted hazelnut, melted chocolate, and a soft warmth that builds. The inside pulls thick. The outside browns darker. You hold it longer. You wipe your fingers. You reach for water or black coffee. It fills the gap a full meal leaves behind.

Strawberry Custard Ponchik

The Fresh Strawberry Custard Ponchik layers cream under fruit. The berries come sliced, not mashed. The custard lines the base. The dough stretches to hold both. The first bite delivers chilled fruit, followed by custard, then heat from the dough. The contrast feels clear, not jarring. You finish it slower. The memory lasts longer. It works well beside green tea or lemonade.

Raspberry Custard Ponchik

The Fresh Raspberry Custard Ponchik plays with sharpness. The berries hold their tartness. The custard softens their edge. The dough absorbs just enough juice. Fruit variants, such as blueberry or raspberry, are acidic with just enough pulp to balance the sweetness. You taste the seeds, along with the sugar dust. Each element keeps to itself. The result stays controlled. You come back to this one when sweet feels like too much.

Apricot Ponchik

The Apricot Ponchik brings jammy weight. The filling tastes cooked, not fresh-cut. You bite into syrup, not pulp. The apricot flavor runs floral, almost honeyed. You eat it slowly, in small pieces. You fold the paper twice before you’re done.

Oreo Ponchik

The Oreo Ponchik tilts toward novelty. The filling mimics sandwich cream. The dough stays light. The chocolate notes feel familiar, not deep. The surface stays neater than expected. This ponchik attracts first-timers, in addition to regulars wanting a break from fruit or custard. It lands safely but pleasingly.

Blueberry Ponchik

The Blueberry Ponchik offers round sweetness. The berries sit whole. They break gently. The juice seeps into the inner crumb. You feel the pop first, then the sugar. The finish stays mild. It lacks the sharpness of raspberry and the weight of apricot. It sits in the middle, not plain, not bold. Art’s Bakery prepares food that fits into daily life. 

The kitchen moves fast but keeps its focus on quality. Flatbreads roll out next to grilled meat. Cakes cool near rows of fresh bread. Yet the Ponchik station draws the most attention. The fillings are portioned fresh. The dough rests just long enough to rise clean. Staff fill each one in sequence, working with care and memory. Regular customers know the pace. Some take two; others take a dozen. Flavors may change, but the feel remains steady.

The Ponchiks taste honest. They come with no surprise. They please because they are known. Art’s Bakery trusts this rhythm. No added frosting, no extra toppings. Just warm dough, familiar fillings, and a moment of comfort, again and again.