Cinnabon

Location is closed. They ruined dessert crack and lost a lot of business with their new cheap manager. I’m not surprised.

This review is for every Cinnabon I have been to, confession, there have been a lot. There is no bad Cinnabon, bad employees, yes bad cinnabon goodness? NO. the Penn station location is one of the good ones, because or in spite of the high traffic area, the staff is always nice and the options fresh. That being said the best locale is in Bay Ridge bklyn-​the only location I’ve been to that will make to go packs for you

Hot, fresh Cinnabon
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Food is great always fresh workers are fast one of my favorite spot it’s a Lil hard to find if you’re not familiar with the area it’s a floor belong from street level right below Friday’s

Best cinnabon in town! Great friendly staff, its my favorite snack! I love the original, but my mom always takes the pecan one.

This might be about the best Cinnabon location in existence! Always moist and perfectly baked with a the right amount of frosting! But it is NEVER over baked! Occasionally you have to ask for more frosting but they won’t charge you and the workers are always so sweet!
It is closer to the 8^th avenue side right next to GNC. But be careful. these things are addictive!

I absolutely love Cinnabon!
These things pretty much sell themselves because they are that good. Keep in mind though these things are deadly literally, loaded with so many calories a Deity only knows what these diabetic inducing things will do to you. But damn they are so good that I’m sure you’ll kick the bucket happy!
Located on the lower concourse section of the LIRR near gates 13 – 19 it leaves you close to the exit of 34^th Street & 8^th Avenue one flight of stairs up if you need medical assistance from the sugar rush, diabetics beware this place is dangerous.

Staff here is refreshingly upbeat and friendly (there’s a separate listing for the Cinnabon-​Carvel listing which may be more appropriate @
). Inventory can be depleted by evening rush hour, so go sooner rather than later for your indulgent cloying garbage fix.
Oddly minibons are offered Thursday & Friday only

We’ve gotten cinnamon rolls twice from this place and the first time it was pretty good — pretty fresh and delicious. However, the second time we got rolls from here (yesterday), they weren’t all that fresh. I wasn’t too impressed with my cinnamon roll yesterday — it was dry, cracking, and needed more frosting.
Still, it’s convenient to be able to grab a cinnamon roll in transit at Penn Station.

Life needs extra frosting.
Cinnabon is so good, it’ll make you slap somebody. I love this location because it’s right on the food concourse at Penn Station. You can grab your Bön, and go right on over to Starbucks for a Caramel Frappucino if you wanna be extra Michael Jackson Bad. The minus is, you have to get past all the National Guards with rifles, to get your fix of cinnamon goodness! Still, this location never fails to disappoint.

Quick and easy!
It’s right there in Penn Station so if you’re grabbing a train on the LIRR or the 2 or 3 trains then this is a perfect treat to grab while waiting. Sometimes I just stop by whenever I’m on 34^th street a Cinnabon can really change the mood of the day.

Love Love Love Cinnabons!!!
So what else can i say more than this??? Any location anywhere it may be I certainly just fall inlove with the awesomeness of their sweet scrumptious cinnamon melts…
This location was really convenient on site because its on the middle of Penn Station and also when i came to buy my buns… they offered me to wait for the fresh ones to come so that I can have ‘em hot and juicy… hmmmmm. so worth it.

Hoooooooooooow do I begin to tell the story of how great a love can be? A great love story that is older than the seeeeea? How do I start?
Anyone who knows me knows that I am all about Cinnabon. I’ve been a patron at Cinnabon for approximately 20 years. I mention Cinnabon in casual conversation at least once a week. I can talk about it all day, every day. I will work Cinnabon into any conversation, any time, day or night.
As a wee lass who would jump off the walls from a sugar high, to a teenage girl who would pig out while shopping at the mall, to the fine young woman I am today who will just go to binge eat while waiting for flights in airports, to the addict who will go 45 minutes out of her way to Penn Station for one, Cinnabon is a part of me.
I always get the same old thing. A classic Cinnabon and a milk. It never lets me down. The frosting, the bun, the gooey middle… It’s like a drug.
It’s called love, my friends. Sick, twisted love…