Dunkin’ Donuts

Incompetent. I don’t know how many different ways I can say I want a cinnamon raisin bagel with strawberry cream cheese. Seems like a simple task, but not here. It’s too early for this crap… Get it together people! To top it off the bagel was hard as a rock! Ugh smh!!!

Here, they did a horrible job on my wife’s caramel latte. And my sausage egg and cheese croissant,…was just destroyed right out the wrapper.

Waited about 15 mins for my order and once it was ready it was wrong. Once I told them it wasn’t my order he asked if I would take it anyway right in front of his manager. I declined and they made it over. The manager there seemed really lazy and talks to the employees poorly. Not sure if I will be back.

I go to this Dunkin Donuts every morning. The only reason is that it’s two blocks away from me. The staff is usually rude. One Sunday morning, I walked in with my mother (which is unusual; we usually go through the drive-​thru) and went to the cooler with the soft drinks. They were all fallen over and it was a mess. But oh, well. I just wanted an orange juice. I didn’t care if it wasn’t upright in the cooler. When we got to the register, the employee accused us of messing up the entire cooler of drinks and actually requested that we go and fix the mess we made. I couldn’t even believe it.
Since we go there so much, the guy that is always there knows our order. One day, he wasn’t working and items a nightmare. We sent our coffees back twice in the drive through (there were only two, you wouldn’t think it would be that hard). It still wasn’t right. I went in to get it fixed AGAIN. Walked out with the wrong coffee again. I decided it wasn’t worth the stress anymore and just let it go.
There are usually bits of the ground coffee that come up in my straw, and they never have the right sized straws for their iced drinks. The only reason they get their two stars are because they’re so close to me, and they’re usually pretty quick to hand me my wrong order.

Okay so this is hard for me to say. Anyone who knows me knows I am the biggest anti-​Dunkin Donuts advocate out there. I cannot stand Dunkin Donuts. They have the weakest most bitter burnt tasting coffee I have ever had the displeasure of wasting $ 2 on. I will go out of my way to go ANYWHERE else.
That being said, a coworker brought me coffee from this Dunkin one day. It. Is. Delicious. He now brings me one almost every day. Never have I found a Dunkin with coffee that you can actually taste once they add the perfect amount of cream and sugar. It’s never bitter or weak or burnt tasting. I can’t speak to the actual location or anything else besides the coffee (hence the 4 stars), but I highly recommend the coffee. They are doing something right that no other Dunkin seems to have mastered.

Saturday 1:00pm wanted to buy a dozen of glazed donuts, but in such a big building they had only 2 pieces, two glazed donuts in donut place! What a shame!!! I will not come back.

Went through the drive through and an employee named Judith was rude to us. Very unprofessional place. Supposedly they have a policy that if you forget an item for your order you have to go back around around to order again. Never again with I come back. I asked to speak to a manager and supposedly there was none.

I have stopped at this DD 3 times, and all three times, they’ve gotten my order wrong.
Stupid me for not learning I need to check.
The service is friendly enough, but getting orders wrong is ridiculous — this is not difficult, guys.

Your typical run-​of-​the-​mill Dunkin’ Donuts. Great for cheap on-​the-​go coffee… can’t possibly be good for you, but at times like these, who cares? :)

Friendly service in the drive-​thru! The coffee is always HOT and enjoyable.

I totally enjoy the way this Dunkin Donuts runs. I mean it is really done nicely as far as circuses go. I am really happy that they have drive thru since many don’t. And I definitely go out of my way to go through the one’s that have drive thru. I even lock em’ into GPS.
The really good thing about this place is that after a certain hour (I believe 3) the coffee goes to $ 1. I like that.
I think that it is one of the nicest Dunkin Donuts around and I myself go to Northeastern so coming here and studying just is the perfect thing to do. I do agree tough that soy milk would kind of kick it up a notch, but I digress. Call the D&D corporation or ask the boss their. They usually accomodate if more mention it.

This is a nice new DnD! Thank goodness we have it. The drive through is open 24 hours and the shop is open till 10 pm. It is corporate owned I think so the bathrooms are clean and the service is top notch. They even shorted me $ 5 and stopped me and gave me the $ 5. Also, since they are corporate owned they often «test» new stuff.
I only wish they had soy milk!
and PS, There are no Gangs here! These are Mexican day laborers at the gas station looking for work. Unlike Americans, these guys want to work.

I am ashamed at my failure to update this review.
This Dunkin’ Donuts used to be a battered, grafitti covered hole in the wall, an obstacle course of Mexican day-​laborers, slow-​eyed gangbangers and sneering old Polish men to be overcome in search of coffee.
Now, after months of painstaking labor (not by the Mexicans, strangely enough) the Avondale DD has been entirely rebuilt from the ground up, its parking lot rearranged to accomodate a drive-​through and its interior garishly painted and festooned with seats and tables.
The gangbangers of yore have departed. Youth today have no patience. Instead, strangely dressed high schoolers meet here to study into the wee hours. Sport utility vehicles can be seen using the drive-​through. The staff is large and attentive, if not pleasant. This Dunkin’ Donuts is now crowded in the early afternoon.
Non-​English-​speaking Mexican men now gather at the Shell next door as though the refinished DD asphalt is painful to them. More likely, the new staff just calls the cops. Either way, I feel bad for them as they shuffle around the gas pumps and lurk alongside the propane tanks, displaced.
I find myself daily inside this gleaming shrine to caffeine and mint chocolate chip ice cream, hiding from the cold with my coffee clutched tight in my hand, waiting for the #77 to whisk me off to the train, which in turn whisks me off to work. I look around me at the laughing faces of children and the greying moustaches of the old Poles, the Carhartt jackets and Timbaland boots of the construction workers and the double-​kneed Dickies of the 16 year old who sweeps the floor and I can’t help a small pang of nostalgia for the rough-​and-​tumble Dunkin’ Donuts of old.
Still, it’s nice to be able to get coffee without flashing my chrome.

WORST DUNKIN’ DONUTS EVER.
This is where some of the gangs around me congregate. They’re there every morning. It doesn’t bother me, I just didn’t know gangs woke up early. And I’d be lying if I said some of their fine members have never whistled at me. I’ll take it!
And WTF their iced coffee is always eggshell white. Always. What’s in there? That weirds me out. It also weirds me out that they always have to «go to the back» to make mine. And it’s never taken less than 7 minutes.
Also, one time, I stopped here hungover in the morning and I had my bike and this old guy was out front. There was no way I was just going to leave it outside, you know, because of the gangs, but there was nowhere to lock it up. So I decided to bring it into the vestibule. Well the old guy just watched me struggle to beat the door every time I tried to drag my bike in there. He wasn’t even doing anything. He was just standing there, watching. Dick.
Oh, and another time, my friends and I were in there getting ice cream (it’s attached to a Baskin Robbins) and this totally rude bum came in. Yes, he was rude. He actually touched, physically touched, two of my friends. When that didn’t woo us into giving him change, he yelled «Fuck ya’ll cheapass bitchass motherfuckers,» as he left — twice. Try a little harder, bum. Go join a gang.
I should say gangs again. Gangs.