Well, yes, obviously.
The closest Dunkin Donuts to Los Angeles is 262 miles from my front door. You'd better believe that every trip to Vegas concludes with a vanilla bean coolatta and a breakfast sandwich. There is simply no better way to prepare oneself for the arduous task of driving home with a brutal hangover.
You know what I miss? The salsa bagel. When I was a poor little college grad back in New Jersey I used to get a toasted salsa bagel with butter every morning for breakfast when I had to be at work by 8am, and they never ceased to amaze me. It's such an ingenious concept. Salsa baked into the dough! Amazing! I'm pretty sure these aren't around anymore, or at least they're not in the Vegas location. Too bad. That might make this a five-star DD.
I miss you, Dunkin.