Dunkin’ Donuts

Place is sometimes crowded but i’m in and out in less than 5 minutes and they always make my coffee and breakfast right.

I should call you Drunkin’ Donuts; you will never be as good as Timmy’s but really I didn’t expect you to be so I’m not disappointed. Your coffee is always insanely hot, which is awesome during the winter when I am making my way to the D/​4 train and have to face the gigantic hill of Fordham Road and the wind and slush that will kill the toughest of former Upstaters. Regrettably I always end up drinking your extra large Iced Coffee with a shot of Vanilla syrup way too fast, which makes me want more of your insanely sweet goodness in my belly right now. The bad news is that you are located not even halfway up the hill that is Fordham Road so I always know I have a long haul until the trains; when your late night window is open (its been hit or miss) the one worker looks like a zombie, seriously I expected him to ask for my brain instead of my order. This place is very very tiny and narrow, so just grab your stuff and run. All in all though I do have to say more than ¾ of the year I am ‘Runnin on Dunkin’

Never been inside this Dunkin, not particulary keen on ever going in either. My relationship with Dunkin on Fordham Rd exists strictly on late night booty-​call level.
That is to say: late at night, drunkenly crawling down Fordham Road to get to bed, I stop at Dunkin Donuts to answer that drunk munchies calling and consume indulgent useless calories that will, let’s admit it, probably go straight to my ass. Or eventually.
My affairs here are a bit riske, if not to say Ghetto. I appreciate the obscenely bizarre picture I paint, trapsing up to the dented aluminum cylinder through which I mutter an order for bagel & cream cheese or donuts. I don’t even mind, when I am with two friends, that there are only two plain bagels and one poppyseed. I will in the morning, but hey. Zombie boy behind the window, I know you’re tired & I won’t complain about how slow you are next time, serving up all of three bagels. I know you’d rather drunken fools not disturb you in your dirty glass cage. But, dude, that’s what you get for working the latenight shift at a 24 hr Dunkin Donuts on Fordham Road!
Thank you, Unilocal Elite event for making the story-​telling portion of the review possible.
(the zombie boys are so much more likeable when they give you free donuts)