Dunkin'

A pink mug was purchased that showed a heart by design. The mug has been phenomenal, fantastic. It’s basically been this counterpart to my evening meals since I generally fail dining for breakfast. But let’s not get hasty! I’ve actually been partaking the restaurant so love can withstand my better judgments as pretty notions are activated by my imagination. Through my imagination, a seat by the donut stand only seems shaped enough for comfort or else I return near a roaring coffee maker handled by a worker, who in turn provides me with a slice of heaven by a donut’s standard. Of course, I’m not a fool who’s only been to Dunkin. I can remark on a treat to be enjoyed in Fillmore, California or taste in memory the wet stuff of Italian ice cream. This fact should give an idea. For starters, why not take something from Wetzel and remember Dunkin’s plainer donuts? Honest to God I would shake up a pastry until it makes my coffee smile like a box to its haze. Recalling breakfast sandwiches at Dunkin since I’ve relished from them brings me back to stating a smile, getting something enchanted, going with the bygones of the day to create my thirst from falling crumbs. As far as my pink mug goes, I drink out of relish to pursue happiness in front of it. Drink goes along until I’m gone to soft furniture by the Wheel of Fortune machine. To tell you the truth? Pastries are like secondary breads to sweetness until I take one fine sip of something hot and bubbly like coffee. My mom casually comments on my pink mug but will never grasp my experience of light with the standing donut shop. I go there, and go. Free tickets may be given by Edgewater Hotel for some generous desserts in the form of donuts, yet I’m thinking delight. My delight has gone the way of this passing coat I carry, with proper order for self-care, to gather donuts through personal trips and share bites with my brother Nathan. Readers might take note of chocolate donuts, which are chocolate desserts, but a breakfast sandwich with a good share of cheese and meat and egg can work wonders. No, it works loyalty! Following the lines to get to the cashier’s ledge, to bring myself up to speed while getting a whiff of smoke and fresh chairs and delightful shirts from the gift shop, all of this is self-compensated. Talk can go on and on of this donut place since dad’s given me clues to the shop’s whereabouts in terms of cross-referencing and daily gambling fashion. Donuts go my way when I’m hungry and not the other way around. Out of fairness, I remark on McDonald’s as a source of muffins and zesty salsa; however, through Dunkin I can dance for the stars and come to terms with dark roast coffee since that’s what my pink mug wants. That’s right, my coffee mug talks to me! It continues to say again and again, “Love, love, love!”

So so happy to have a Dunkin nearby. Always have delicious donuts and coffee. Sometimes the line can be ridiculously long, but you have to remember that it is in a hotel and that's not Dunkin's fault. The workers are so so nice and remember my order(probably because I'm there everyday!) Couldn't be happier with the service and product. 5 out of 5!

Worse management ever!!! The female manager had the audacity of calling me a B and the F word because my kids didn't have masks, she asked me to remove them from the counter, I did and she still was arguing. She refunded my money and thanks to her my girls had no breakfast. I will be contacting corporate

Worst coffee and donuts I have ever had. I have never been to a Dunkin Donuts until now and I am hoping it's the fact that it's in a Casino and its meant for tourists and profit and they care little about the brand quality. If this is how every donut and latte they make..then EWW! Donuts were old and over cooked. The espresso and milk in my latter were scorched. I threw it all away. I told the guy it was my first time and he still rushed me with no one on line. You can tell by the color of my latte that they didn't have a clue what they were doing. Scorched milk and espresso was like old or perhaps used strong coffee because it's just off.

This is the only donut shop in the nearby tri-state area that stays open until a decent hour. Everyone else closes way too early, and some of them can't seem to keep reliable hours at all. Decent prices, great donuts. Their best donut is the maple john, I don't know exactly why but it just rocks. Usually I could take or leave maple johns (aka long johns) but their's is a must have.