For John, BLUF: Not all donut purveyors are created equal. Nothing to see here; just move along.
Remember Fred the Baker? Remembered his catch phrase "Time to make the donuts"? Fred made you think that Dunkin' Donuts was a serious operation. And so it is, mostly.
The other day I dropped my wife off at a medical appointment and drove off to find a near-by Dunkin' Donuts. My template is the Dunkin' Donuts on Route 38 in Lowell, across from the gas station. On Rogers Street in The Belvidere. The Option X doesn't measure up.
I ask for a Poppyseed Bagel. I was told they don't have Poppyseed, but I can have a Sesame seed Bagel. It makes me think about Jesus talking:
Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?Well, anyway, I wasn't having a Sesame seed Bagel, so I asked for a Plain Bagel. "We don't have any Plain Bagels." I settled for a Boston Cream.♥Matthew 7:9♠
For my Wife I asked for a chocolate frosted raised donut (not cake). Didn't have any. Fortunately, her other choice was a croissant and they had one.
Then I asked for "Hash Browns" those little bags of button sized shredded potato. Properly cooked and seasoned they are wonderful. In this case I got two servings and they were oily and greasy and instead of being eight or ten individual items, they were all mushed together. Yuck. I am going to be favoring the one at 651 Rogers Street.
Regards — Cliff
♠ From the King James version, the one Paul used when he preached. Hat tip to Bob Mumford.
♥ As an aside, I often ask for "Philly" with my Bagel. Usually the clerk has no idea what I am talking about. That strikes me as being a little narrow, culture wise.
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