When I travel around the Eastern USA, I am not in search of the perfect fancy restaurant. I have to have Dunkin Donuts and hit the phone book the minute I get into the hotel room or whomever I am staying with to see if there is one in the area.
If you ever read Mike Stanton's fascinating book The Prince of Providence about corrupt Providence Mayor Vincent "Buddy" Cianci, there is an entry about Dunkin Donuts about the establishment being located on every corner in Rhode Island and contributing to the smallest state of the union being one of the most obese states. This isn't a review on Dunkin Donuts, the East Coast institution that has satisfied millions of Americans' search for the perfect donut. I am one of those people who grew up with Dunkin Donuts and enjoyed their jelly or cream-filled delicacies as a special treat during her childhood and early adulthood.
Then Dad decided to move to Idaho in 1987, and Mom, Erika, and I followed suit in 1992. But there was a little problem: no Dunkin Donuts in Idaho! What was a New Englander to do without Dunkin Donuts?! Must need donuts! HELP! The donuts in several of the grocery stores and Krispy Creme do not hold a candle to Dunkin Donuts, and I would not touch these impostors and only got to enjoy Dunkin Donuts on return trips to Rhode Island and my 2005 adventure to St. Petersburg to see the Red Sox. That breakfast and watching the game later on that day is one of my happiest experiences of my life.
Since leaving Rhode Island for points beyond, I always make sure I stop at a Dunkin Donuts whenever I am in a town that has Dunkin Donuts in town. In 2003, I returned to Rhode Island for my Nana's memorial service and in six days I was in Rhode Island, I stopped at Dunkin Donuts for a donut fix five of the six days and brought a dozen home to Idaho with me on the plane for my sister and I to share. It's a miracle I didn't gain a ton of weight on that trip and need an extra seat for the plane trip home after that week of debauchery at Dunkin Donuts, Newport Creamery, and other old haunts of my early life!
It had been two years since my last Dunkin Donuts experience in O'Hare Airport, and Mom and I were in Douglasville, Georgia visiting family. Mom, Auntie Ruthie, and I were on the way to lunch at Folks, a Douglasville institute on Southern cuisine and comfort foods, when low and behold! A Dunkin Donuts appeared on the horizon in front of us. Like a excited dog, I made noises that were in between Geena Davis's Thelma whimpering for Brad Pitt to stay in her hotel room in Thelma and Louise to Meg Ryan's famous orgasm scene in When Harry Met Sally. I told Mom and Auntie Ruthie we were coming back here after lunch and no one was stopping me. Those donuts were calling my name!
I survived lunch without gnawing on the table in anticipation, and after paying our bill, we were on our way back to Dunkin Donuts. I obeyed the speed limit with the two old ladies in the car and within time we made it into the Dunkin Donuts parking lot. After Mom told me if I didn't come out in 10 minutes, they would come searching for me, I was off to Dunkin Donut Heaven (or hell for those who have seen the Fernstrom sisters go through withdrawal)!
I got two dozen donuts (one dozen for Mom and me) and another dozen for my sister, who has been known to scarf down eight donuts in a sitting. In Rhode Island, Mom loved the Dunkin Donuts Cruller, the long cake donuts, but when I asked the ladies behind the counter about crullers, they looked at me kind of strange. "Must be a Rhode Island thing!", I said. Satisfying my latte fix that was hitting me from Day 1 on our trip with a mocha latte and armed with my donuts, I was a happy camper and paid for my purchase. Man! Donuts are more expensive today. It used to be about $3.50 a dozen and now they are $7.19, but to quote the 1970's Dunkin Donuts commercials, "It's worth the trip!"
I made it back to the car within the 10-minute time limit, and Mom wondered if I brought out the store with the huge bag in my hand, and I said, "No, I behaved myself this time!" My dozen lasted about three days while Erika's dozen lasted about two.
Now Dunkin Donuts is opening three stores in Pensacola and come hell or highwater, Erika and I will be there with bells on buying a dozen as soon as those doors open in March! You can say that Dunkin Donuts saved the trip to Georgia!