Yesterday I was tracking down a town called Lincolnton. There was a curb alert on Freecycle (which turned out BOGUS!) anyway, my sister and I stopped at a Dunkin' Donuts. I've never really eaten a Dunkin' Donut, I'm more a Krispy Kreme type of girl, however I had a craving for Donuts and they were the closest. I regret it. I loathed every bite of that donut. It henious. It was hard, tasted like cardboard and plopped in my stomach like heavy dough. There was nothing desirable about the heavy, yeasty feeling of that donut, the taste itself was enough to make me gag.
I've eaten all kinds of donuts in my time, from the glorious Krispy Kreme all the way to Wal-marts overbaked rack. I have never been grossed out on a Donut. But Dunkin' Donuts did it. They managed to take my favorite food and use it to torture me.
My sister (who really isn't a donut fan anyway) said that at least their breakfast sandwiches looked good. Sure, the picture did look good. But how can I trust that it WILL be good especially if you managed to screw up the Donuts, which by the way is part of your NAME! If you can't make your namesake, honestly I don't trust that you can make ice at this point.
If I had tossed one of those donuts out the car window while we were driving down the street that donut would have shattered someone's windshield. Imagine trying to explain THAT to the cops.
My advice? No go on the Dunkin' Donuts, they are very much a a Dunkin' DON'T.
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