Dunkin’ Donuts

mr personality works here. the miserable little twat with the right forearm tattoo, short unwashed hair, emo earrings and harry potter glasses.
these little boys these days [really] understand the whole service aspect of the food industry… smile buddy, say something.
no desire to stop here again with rude people working there.

Terrible service! I’d rather drive 45 minutes to another chain than come here. The manager remains adamant against participating in the local DD promotions.

This is a busy DD due to the location on Main St. I have been here several times where we ate in at one of the few tables. The tables usually can use a wipe down, but there doesn’t seem to be a focus on that. I like the veggie flatbread breakfast sandwich. My main complaint today was I asked for no sugar in my coffee but they put it in. Since I was ordering to go I didn’t realize until I arrived at my destination. Unfortunately it is nearly undrinkable for me.

No complaints whatsoever about this Dunkin Donuts location. The staff are nice, helpful, and willing to go the extra mile for customers. When I worked nearby, this was my daily go to spot. I cannot recommend this DD highly enough, especially when compared to the other horrid DD in town.

As a Boston girl, Dunkin’ Donuts was not only my first job but my favorite spot for a big frosty vanilla iced coffee, light with two sugars. Being on the west coast for the last six years found me Dunkinless, and it was one of the things I was looking forward to upon returning east. But I grew disenchanted somehow-​the vanilla iced coffee didn’t woo me as it had done countless times before. I had outgrown it, perhaps. Then today happened. I walked in, hot and confused from not having any caffeine until 1:30 and asked Ryan, Dunkin Donut worker extraordinaire, if the coconut flavor syrup was any good. He brightened and suggested I try the «coca-mocha”-iced coffee with a shot of coconut AND a shot of chocolate. AND he put my plastic cup of coffee in a styrofoam cup, discouraging that annoying iced coffee cup sweat and keeping those ice cubes as perky as the day they were born. My coca-​mocha didn’t need sugar, it was rich but not cloyingly so, dark chocolate with malibu or maybe even like a not so sugary and cold mounds bar that makes you want to say «I’m loca for coca-​mocha». Either way it was frickin’good, and Ryan was my Dunkin Donut angel, keeping me forever tucked in the fold of Dunkin Donut land.