Dunkin’ Donuts

Never again. Lady screaming can i help you in drive thru if you havent served the cars at the window thr cars ordering haven’t moved either. 20 minutes at drive thru. People ordering at window. If you didnt get. the order make them park and bring it out instead of making everyone wait. And please do not call me sweetie. I don’t know you. Its offensive. Its poor customer service. Like I said never again. Will go to Wawa.

The wait time in the drive thru during the afternoon can be ten minutes, or more. You’re better off going to Wawa down the street.

The dumbest people you’ll ever meet. stay away from this place… Morning rush forget about, horrible service. So rude and stupid.

Really awful latte. I think the worst I’ve ever had. Staff was pleasant though.
I like their drip coffee but will never again order an espresso drink. I think it was made out of their drip plus some warm milk. My bad to order skim – might have been palatable with higher fat. Anyway, I expected, you know, a jolt of strong espresso flavor. No jolt. No flavor. No going back.

This place sure was a treat.
Allow me to take you on a journey. It all started when I ordered my meal [a #3 combo] and specified that I wanted cream and sugar in my coffee. The woman behind the register said, with a tone more appropriate for someone who had just crashed her wedding as the vows were taking place, «WHAT COFFEE?» I said, «The coffee that comes with my combo,» and pointed to it on the menu. She looked at the menu, rolled her eyes, and rang it up.
The friend I was with ordered 2 chocolate donuts.
We sat down. From around the corner, we hear, again in a tone reserved for people who decided to protest at Mother Teresa’s funeral, «COFFEE. COFFEE. COFFEE.»
Uncertain of what’s prompting the urgency and chalking it up to a bad day, I took my coffee, only to be asked, «What donuts do you need?» by the woman who took the order — or should I say, the woman who «took the order.»
After clearing that up, my friend and I sat down and waited patiently for my bagel to arrive. Ten minutes later, when it still hadn’t, I went through the whole bagel-​making process in my head [toast… cream cheese… and then «BAGEL. BAGEL. BAGEL.”] and it seemed almost mathematically impossible that I should still not have it. Still trying to give them credit, I watched as another girl walked in, ordered a bagel with cream cheese, and promptly received it.
So I walked to the register, showed the woman my receipt, and inquired about the status of my bagel that I had now ordered 15 minutes ago in an otherwise ‘dead’ establishment. She said, «WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW.» Okay, at this point, I was at about a 6 on the irritation scale. I said, «Really? All you can say is ‘wow’? No ‘sorry’?» She turned her back, walked away, and said *over her shoulder*, «It’ll be up soon.»
Like I said, it was a treat.