I grew up in New England as my name states. I was thrilled when I drove by this location and saw a Dunkin' Donuts on the West Coast. I stopped in for breakfast with my family and my father who was in a wheel chair. Everyone was very pleasant and the manager was out meeting people personally. He seemed to know the guest by their first names. That is great service. I reminisced about my days growing up in Vermont bringing doughnuts home from Dunkin' Donuts. They tasted the same as I remembered them. Thanks for having a taste of home in a place that is foreign to me.
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