Dunkin' — Restaurant in Wichita

Rude Staff and Manager !!! 3 different people came on at different times to take our order right off the bat all 3 had a very bad attitude. At the window one of our sandwiches was missing all we wanted was for the sandwich to be added to the order but the instead of doing that she said “we repeated the order twice” we explained it was very hard to understand and we couldn’t verify at the Intercom as we were confused. She got very upset we don’t know why and she called her manager the manager treated us as if we were trying to get away without paying and said that she will add the sandwich but we would have to pay which to me is very rude I told her in no way are we trying not to pay. All of this was done in a very rude way we began to tell her how all we wanted was 2 sandwiches and she kept saying that it was our fault and that they had verified the order it got to the point where she kept point us out and telling us to leave we had not left because they had not given us our coffee yet she then said once again you are welcome to leave and closed the drive thru window and never gave us our coffee. They treated us like trash and as if we’re we’re trying to get away with not paying for a sandwich when all we wanted to ask for a second one to be added to the order and they ended up stealing from us by not giving us our coffee. There was no concern for the customer or any consideration that to what we were saying. I have never been treated this horrible. During this interaction we got to speak to 3 people and they all seemed miserable. It must be horrible working there that’s the only thing I can imagine that could possibly create such ugly and miserable looking faces and interactions. At the end of the day I feel bad for them. I get to move on with my day but they have to clock in everyday and continue...

Very strange experience. Restaurant was slow with the occasional customer in the drive thru and not one customer inside except one "regular" besides me. Only knew he was a regular because the cashier stopped in the middle of taking our order to tell another employee over the headset that "here comes a regular, he's going to be mad about the cold brew." Then she proceeded to have me repeat my order. I was surprised at the lack of social experience the cashiers (red head and brunette) seemed to have. It was actually very awkward trying to talk to them. I don't know if they were high on something but it was just super awkward. They kept complaining about how they had been slammed and haven't had time to wipe any of the tables or anything, yet they were very slow and it was after 4pm in the afternoon. The brunette didn't give any eye contact and you could tell she hated her job and seemed to hate being talked to. Floors were covered in trash and all tables were dirty. Then they were on their phones, one was texting and the other was having a personal conversation about her day on the company phone while wiping tables. There didn't seem to be any manager on duty, but I didn't ask. I was however, polite and kind to them while I was there. Just one of the strangest experiences I've ever had at a coffee shop. I won't be back but I hope it improves for customers sake. Not much of a selection of food or donuts either, for a...

Stepping into Dunkin’ is like walking into the arms of a deliciously dangerous lover—warm, sweet, and definitely up to something. The air is thick with the intoxicating perfume of freshly baked dough, like it’s whispering, “Hey stranger, come ruin your diet.”

The glazed donuts shimmer under the soft lights like they're auditioning for a romance novel cover—glistening, seductive, unapologetically sticky. One look and my self-control faceplants. My fingers reach out to caress a chocolate-frosted masterpiece, smooth and tender, like it’s blushing under my touch. It's not food, it’s foreplay.

And then—the bite. Oh sweet glazed divinity, the bite. The dough is pillowy, melting with the gentle drama of a Netflix rom-com kiss. Sugar dances on my tongue like a burlesque performer in a feather boa, teasing, tantalizing, leaving me wide-eyed and sugar-stunned.

I’m flushed. Dizzy. Somewhere between spiritual enlightenment and a food coma. My lips tingle with every lingering granule of sugar, my pulse fluttering like I just got ghosted by a croissant.

And yet… I want more. I need more. The craving claws at me with the elegance of a velvet whip. One donut is not enough. Dunkin’, you delicious little tease—you know exactly what you’re...