Dunkin’ Donuts

I love this dunkin everyone is sweet and it’s a great place. Coffee is fresh and amazing donuts are fresh and amazing especially the Boston cream. I crave the coffee all the time. I usually get a medium coffee light and sweet and let me tell you it is made so perfectly every time.

Okay, the reviewer who gave this Dunkin a 1 is a bit ridiculous. The people that live around that «island» are fine, as are the people in this Dunkin. An incredibly rude and off topic comment, as well as two years old.
Anyway, the parking lot IS small. I can’t speak for the people who sit there and if there are grumpy old men, well they’re grumpy old men.
As for the coffee and the service — coffee and food is great, always right. The staff is super friendly, fast and attentive — they smile which is nice to see. I don’t linger, just go in and get what I need. I’ve actually never had trouble finding a parking spot because it does move so quickly — and there’s plenty of side street parking if you need.

For a dunkin donuts, this one is probably one of my favorites.
The parking lot is awful and I’ve seen two separate minor accidents since I’ve been coming here.
Otherwise, the coffee is good (For dunkin donuts), the staff pays attention, and the donuts/​bagels are fresh. And, if you order a large coffee, they give you a free donut (Which is probably why their donuts are fresh. They go through their inventory pretty quickly). I go out of my way to come to this dunkin donuts even though there’s one that’s closer to me.

Located on a small island smack in the middle of what is known as 5 points, this dunkin has a horrible parking lot that can only be rivaled by the slime that crawl around that little island.
Between the hours of 8−11am you can forget about getting a seat. A bunch of old men occupy every last table despite the fact that they could condense their party to about half of the total tables. If you try to sit down they will heckle you and call you names. One of the old men there flipped me off and dropped several expletives in my direction. Another called me a socialist and Obama’s minion. I didn’t even vote in 2008. I was working for the census, and one of the old women there told me she didn’t fill out the census because of people like me. This of course was in regards to my ‘lack of respect’ for ‘their tables’ of which I wasn’t entitled to sit at.
Van Goh’s Ear is down the street. Great coffee.