Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Dear Dunkin

Calm the fuck down with the terrible new menu options. Tuna salad? Really? Who in their right mind is going to eat tuna salad at Dunkin' Donuts? To rehash an earlier Facebook mini-rant, anyone who eats seafood at their neighborhood Dunkin is either really brave or really fucking stupid. If I could build a poll on this blog to determine which, I would. Five people will surely be enough to scientifically prove the answer to this burning question.

You've gone off the rails, Dunkin, since Fred the Baker died. If he were still around this shit would NOT be happening, although I think he would certainly approve of the Big N Toasty. Although it should be called the Medium N Toasty, that thing is the modern day ambrosia. You can tell when you feel your blood flow start to slow. That's not a clot, it's the warm embrace of the gods telling them how much they love you.

But I digress. As always, I'm here to help. Take this update to your next big planning meeting and show it to all the out-of-touch pencil necks in the board room. Here's a handy-dandy list of things no one wants to buy in a Dunkin Donuts:
  • Dunkin Steak Tartar on a croissant.
  • Dunkin Salad with choice of "salad dressing" that's really just coffee flavors mixed with vinegar and oil.
  • Dunkin Sushi. Yes, even if it's glazed and shoved between two pieces of Texas Toast.
  • Dunkin Brazilian Wax. No, I don't want to be as smooth as Fred.
  • Dunkin Pomegranate. Just because everybody else is putting pomegranate in fucking everything doesn't mean you have to jump on the bandwagon too.
  • Dunkin Vodka. Any liquor sold in a plastic bottle is a no-no.
  • Dunkin Spaghetti and Meatballs. You're not fooling anyone; I see the Chef Boyardee can in the garbage.
Oh, to hell with this. Let's make this simpler: if it isn't obviously for breakfast, don't fucking sell it. There's nothing wrong with being the breakfast people. When I want breakfast, I go to a breakfast place; when I want lunch I go to a lunch place. Don't encroach on lunch's territory. You will fail. Lunch is a territorial bitch that will cut your balls off and mail them back to you in the bottom of a Coolatta. Just stick to breakfast and caffeine and everything will be ok.

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