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| - This Dunkin is really close to work, so if I'm running too late to make breakfast, it is convenient. Here's the "HOWEVER":
In short, it's bad.
The building is placed so that the drive through is awkward. The trash can at the end of the drive through lane is too far away for a normal human arm to reach. The U-shaped parking lot to the north isn't the easiest to maneuver either, mostly when it is busy. It is safer to park to the northeast in shared complex parking. The exterior seating is usually not very clean. The interior of the restaurant is normally pretty clean though. The interior setup is just like other Dunkins. Nothing special, just average.
The chai that I get is pretty hard to mess up, since I think it is steamed milk and a powder base. I've been pretty lucky there. But the food and doughnuts have been awful. It is usually stale, hard, overcooked or ill-prepared (messy).
Today, I ordered at the drive through, and had to repeat "large hot chai and a bacon wakeup wrap" three times. Dude sounded like he was sleeping and I woke him up. I pull to the window, and wait. Mind you, I am the only one in line. A gal takes my payment with no fanfare, and hands me a receipt. The window closes, and I wait. My drink appears. I hear the man yell "Oh, I need a wrap." Since I'm solo in line, I'm guessing they already forgot about me. The window closes. The window opens and I am told to pull around front so they can make my wrap. I eke into a spot in the dreaded parking lot. And I wait. I get through the long version of Ram Jam's Black Betty before my wrap comes out. The gal was nice and apologized for the wait.
So, let's talk about the bacon wakeup wrap. A baby flour tortilla with a pre-made egg patty, a slice of cheese and a piece of bacon torn in half. Simple, right? It is a mess visually. I take a bite. I check to make sure all teeth are intact and accounted for. This thing is so hard! I tap it and it makes a sound like tapping a pencil on a counter. Probably shouldn't do that. I'm hungry and not a fan of wasting food, so I eat the inside and wash it down with the chai.
I keep stopping here for convenience, but am disappointed every time. Why do I do this to myself? Why is the sky blue? How is a rainbow made? It just is. In 2018, I need to resolve to stop settling for junk, and drive a block to Bosa, for fresh stuff from a local joint.
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