aTypical Joe: a gay New Yorker living in the rural South
Monday, March 07, 2005
Bankruptcy bill blog
THANK YOU JOSH THANK YOU ELIZABETH THANK YOU ALL!
Aaron Spuler’s built bunches of custom themes.
I worked at the Dunkin Donuts on Route 22 in Harrisburg, PA in 1972, so I know that it’s true:
“Boy, those big jelly donuts, yeast raised with granulated sugar on the outside, were so loaded with jelly that when we took a bite out of one, it would squirt. It was fantastic! Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ This great experience left an indelible memory of how donuts meant so much to me.”
Ah yes, and to me too. But no more. There’s none here where I live now. Nada. And I’m not sure recent developments bode well for one coming here anytime soon:
Over the past five years the chain has sought to burnish its pastries with a glaze of class: Dunkin’ Donuts is reinventing itself as an upstairs-downstairs coffee house. It wants to lure more white-collar customers while tending to its loyal base of proles.