I love dunkin donuts coffee, way more than Starbucks and just a smidgen more than Timmy Hortons. So they open up this DD in Penn Station, and I'm thinking "self, this is great, you can mix it up in the coffee department in the morning, hooray!"
My first experience here is most likely going to be my last. I'm on line with some friends waiting to hop on NJT (don't ask) and the computers go down.
Hey, I get that, sometimes there are technical difficulties that aren't in the control of the people working there. You would think, since there are a few other Dunkin donuts in the terminal, that the employees would direct traffic to another place – or figure out a work around while trying to fix the machines.
Negative. The line is exponentially growing. I'm next. My order is simple: Two Medium Iced Coffees, skim and sugar, and whatever weird vitamin water my friend dropped on the counter in front of me.
1. The girl legit looked right past us and yelled "is anyone ordering hot or cold coffee?" I'm confused, is there other coffee they may be ordering? Am I not standing directly in front of you, waiting to get coffee? Wait, yes I am. Some fella 4 people deep yells "I am!", walks up, places his order. Now, the locals are getting restless.
2. I attempt to regain control and say "May I order?" and she goes "didn't you already do that?" and walked away.
alright, lady, we're about to have a problem, cause I'm getting pissy
3. She finally takes my order and tries to ring it up. Now, remember, the machines are KIND of working, so she rings things up and it comes to $3.85 for my friend. I hand her a $5. She looks at me confused, and turns to the person next to her and says "do you have a calculator". At this point, I'm completely incapable of concealing my disgust and comment that had I known I was going to be here for a half an hour, I would have gone to a more capable coffee stand.
I really wanted to like you, DD, you should have a test before hiring people. Like, a simple mathematical test.
Inside the New York Penn Train Station, this Dunkin Donuts is the crappiest one ever. Limited, spare selection. I had a smooshed French Cruller served to me, and a Mochachino that was lacking that guilty pleasure feelin' this time. I would have gotten back in line to exchange it, but too many customers were in line to get the last of the donuts. At 11 a.m. #calamity
You have got to be kidding me.
I love dunkin donuts coffee, way more than Starbucks and just a smidgen more than Timmy Hortons. So they open up this DD in Penn Station, and I'm thinking "self, this is great, you can mix it up in the coffee department in the morning, hooray!"
My first experience here is most likely going to be my last. I'm on line with some friends waiting to hop on NJT (don't ask) and the computers go down.
Hey, I get that, sometimes there are technical difficulties that aren't in the control of the people working there. You would think, since there are a few other Dunkin donuts in the terminal, that the employees would direct traffic to another place – or figure out a work around while trying to fix the machines.
Negative. The line is exponentially growing. I'm next. My order is simple: Two Medium Iced Coffees, skim and sugar, and whatever weird vitamin water my friend dropped on the counter in front of me.
1. The girl legit looked right past us and yelled "is anyone ordering hot or cold coffee?" I'm confused, is there other coffee they may be ordering? Am I not standing directly in front of you, waiting to get coffee? Wait, yes I am. Some fella 4 people deep yells "I am!", walks up, places his order. Now, the locals are getting restless.
2. I attempt to regain control and say "May I order?" and she goes "didn't you already do that?" and walked away.
alright, lady, we're about to have a problem, cause I'm getting pissy
3. She finally takes my order and tries to ring it up. Now, remember, the machines are KIND of working, so she rings things up and it comes to $3.85 for my friend. I hand her a $5. She looks at me confused, and turns to the person next to her and says "do you have a calculator". At this point, I'm completely incapable of concealing my disgust and comment that had I known I was going to be here for a half an hour, I would have gone to a more capable coffee stand.
I really wanted to like you, DD, you should have a test before hiring people. Like, a simple mathematical test.
50 cent ice coffee yesterday, yay!
Inside the New York Penn Train Station, this Dunkin Donuts is the crappiest one ever. Limited, spare selection. I had a smooshed French Cruller served to me, and a Mochachino that was lacking that guilty pleasure feelin' this time. I would have gotten back in line to exchange it, but too many customers were in line to get the last of the donuts. At 11 a.m. #calamity