Dunkin' Boston Style

When I think of my old haunt, in other words my old hood, in other words Boston, the first two things that come to mind is heading home late at night along Storrow Drive and Dunkin Donuts, which remains an East Coast institution, an institution very different than its newer rival Starbucks. Yet Starbucks drinkers wouldn't touch a cupa Dunkin Donuts and vice versa.

When I was barely old enough to work, I served Dunkin Donuts coffee behind the bar and stuffed donut holes with extra fillings late into the night before the 4 am truck drivers came in for their jelly donuts and glazed twists.

Seeing countless Dunkins on so many corners repeatedly brings a smile when I'm on the East Coast, moreso in the greater Boston area. I think perhaps because it seems as if its woven into the New England culture somehow. Long live Dunkin Donuts coffee.