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Clike Devins
May 15, 2026
Yesterday, on April 14th of 2026, I had the Displeasure of dining at this establishment, and All i can say is that was by far the most atrocious and unappealing meal I've ever *endured* Not only did it leave me feeling completely disgusted by Dunkin Donuts as a Brand, but had me begin to question my morality as a person, as thoughts that could rival Karl Marx, and the likes flooded my mind due to the absolutely atrocious time dining. TO begin, I ordered a normal croissant, and what grazed my mouth wasn't the buttery, flaky goodness i expected, but rather a soggy, cold, and hardened mess, the texture of the croissant left me speechless, and beyond the texture was the taste. THE TASTE. I would like to ask you fellow reader, Just how can a croissant- a simple butter croissant, that has a normal yet pleasing palette appeal taste of Barbeque sauce, on what planet, on what ALIEN, DISTURBING planet, would my average, breakfast croissant taste of a summer barbeque? The displeasure of biting down on a quite frankly atrocious croissant with the expectation of a heartwarming butter taste, but instead receiving what can only be described as ribs, was soul crushing, HEART SHATTERING, never have I ever, came into such a closer contact with what i can only describe as death, The cold, dry, shallow breaths breathing down my neck, a faint shrill whisper, a reminder that my expectations are naught but phony, but further more that of a jesters joke. A heart crushing reminder that I cannot enjoy the taste of butter, the melty flaky goodness, But barbeque... NOW, Riddle me this? how exactly does a croissant taste of barbeque sauce? how exactly does a simple breakfast puff pastry become imbued with such a flavor? I can only point one finger, and that is the possibility this (non) humble American breakfast restaurant Is in possession of possible non breakfast products, but rather the MEAT of a dinner roast. To which I respond, WHAT on EARTH goes on in the depths of this establishment, WHO is in charge of this utter tomfoolery, AND WHY. WHY MUST I BE AT THE END OF THE NOZZLE, THE RECEIVER OF THIS TELEPHONE? to who shall I BURDEN my fueled sadness. TO end this very gregarious, and quite disturbing wall of text, i would like to simply say that no one reach out to me regarding this message, for even thinking of this experiment, any waking moment that serves as a reflection for this catastrophe of an experience, serves me nothing but pain and sadness. good day Sir.
-Clike D.