It’s been well over a decade since I’ve set foot in a Dunkin Donuts. The occasional business trip up north has resulted in someone bringing in one of their boxes of coffee or bagels and/or donuts … of which I eagerly partook.
But I’m a southern boy … with the exception of four brief years in Wisconsin as a tween/teen. So from a donut perspective, my first allegiance is to the south’s iconic Krispy Kreme. But …
Dunkin Donuts has been making some radical changes in recent years in their baked goods, sandwiches and drinks … and the store front of the nearby Oakwood store (right next to one of my favorite Taco Bells) has been screaming ‘Check me out!’ for weeks if not months. (Now the chocolate cake in the kitchen is talking to me … be right back … I feel like Dr. Doolittle of the food world!)
I’ve tried talking my 10-year-old granddaughter into trying it … but her mother … my daughter … has trained her well. She has a list of reasons not to go to Dunkin Donuts … but at the heart of the matter is she’s an ever-faithful good ole Krispy Kreme gal …
Fortunately we have NOT done an equally good job of training our grandson regarding his pastry allegiance … so for our Sunday morning Papa-grandson outing we set out ISO our local Dunkin Donuts …
His decision to be a co-conspirator with me in this donut rebellion resulted in a large caloric reward … not one … but two … glazed donuts and a chocolate milk. Not wanting him to partake of breakfast alone (What can I say … I’m just that kind of guy), I got a huge blueberry muffin and a large iced caramel mocha coffee.
It was a bit chilly in the store so we went outside to one of their tables on the patio and enjoyed our breakfast … followed by some more study in the gospel of Mark and more lessons in the game of chess … good times with my co-conspirator aka grandson!
Dueling donuts … I believe I am now officially a double agent …
Bernie
