Auntie Anne’s

It’s impossible to tell which of the three Auntie Anne’s locations inside 30^th Street Station this refers to, but I went to the freestanding one right outside the food court. My pretzel bites were hot and fresh, which is the biggest thing at an Auntie Anne’s.
Be aware that this is a low-​maintenance kiosk – there are no cups of water or forks to be had here. This is strictly a grab and go and eat with your hands kind of place.
Want a pretzel? Go here (or maybe the bigger one inside the food court). Want a full meal? Clearly, keep walking.

There are 3 — yes THREE Auntie Anne’s in 30^th Street Station.
The «main one» where they can bake pretzels is larger and back by the bar abd Surf City Squeeze.
There is a kiosk (they cart the pretzels over) on the concorse floor (near Amtrak) and another small store near the SEPTA area.
Like obese Philadelphians really need 3 of these? Anyhow — it’s not good for you — and while a hot cinnamon sugar pretzel (especially fresh and hot) tastes good to me, I nearly always feel ill afterward and regret the 470 cals.
Skip it. Get some fruit or hummus from Old Nelson’s.
Or better yet — leave the building and go get «real» food.

Why does almost every Auntie Anne’s I know of have two locations almost next to each other? The pretzels here tasted like every other auntie anne’s but for some reason I felt it was a little soulless… The lemonade, though, was pretty acerbic, though. The staff were fine, but it felt a little depressing there… who wants depressing soft pretzels?

If I am correct, this is the Auntie Anne’s in Philly’s 30^th Street Station. It may have brighter days, but it is excluded from the rest of the food court. It has a solitary stand near the main concourse. Ostracized from the rest of the foodies, I felt sorry for it and traipsed over to eat a pretzel I could have easily purchased in California. (I felt bad for Dunkin too, so I bought a bagel later.)
The pretzels available included two salted, a jalapeño dog, and a roasted almond. I purchased the roasted almond for my mother and asked for cinnamon sugar sticks. They were cold and extremely chewy, quite like gum! I do not like my pretzels with the consistency of gum. To exacerbate its sad state, it was cold…
Mostly the service was what first amused and then annoyed me. The lady working the stand was a haggard, impatient blonde woman with wild eyes who seemed under the influence of drugs or alcohol. She repeatedly drawled, ‘Dear,’ and I had to repeat, ‘Cinnamon sugar’ thrice before she finally understood what I wanted.
Auntie Anne’s makes great pretzels, but stale pretzels and odd service makes a terrible combo for a starved teenager ready to trek to Penn in biting wind. Oh, and did I mention? There’s an actual establishment Auntie Anne’s right next to Penn’s campus, one that looks tantalizingly warm… Mocking me, «You just had to eat at the station, hmm?»
There’s a reason America runs on Dunkin (even though its practically nonexistent in the West Coast.)