Eep. I don’t want to start a “my doughnuts are better than your doughnuts” debate here and I don’t know about Ginger, but…I’ve tried Dunkin’ Donuts, and I’ll be honest with you…I found the coffee to be watery and tasteless. I actually had to throw mine out ‘cause it was so gross. Of course, that could have been the particular store I visited; the server dropped the doughnut grabbin’ napkin on the floor. Normally no biggie. But she picked it up off the floor and continued grabbing doughnuts. The look she gave me when I insisted she start all over again was murderous, boy howdy. Again, it just might have been the store, but my impressions have always been tainted since.
Ginger, this one’s for you: you’ll have to make the coffee yourself, but you’ll know it’s Tim’s - www.alwayscanadian.com. May it serve you well
There’s one about five minutes away from my house. So yes. They’re more of the northern sub shop- in the south, Casapula’s is more popular- but they can make a damn good sammich.
Thank you a billion times over for that link. You can bet that a lot of Dave’s hard-earned cash will be going to Oatmeal Crisp, Shreddies, Tim’s coffee and Coffee Crisps.
The only time I have ever been to a Dunkin’ Donuts was in Watertown, New York. The doughnuts are nothing like what you get at Tim Horton’s, and the coffee may well have been urine. I’m just saying that’s my experience there. Next time I’m down in Laurel with Dave (because I know there’s one there, not because there aren’t any nearer), I shall make it a point to get a coffee and donut.
When I first moved to Boston I wasn’t fond of Dunkin Donuts coffee, but I drank it fairly often because DD shops are so ubiquitous here.
The coffee seemed weak compared to the french roast I’d been drinking, until one day I ordered one and forgot to specify the amount of milk and sugar and they just made it the standard way: loaded up with milk and sugar. Wow! It was like a dessert! Yummy and smooth and sugary. Mmmmmmmm. Now I have my DD coffee fix every Saturday morning. I step up to the counter and just say: medium coffee, regular.
I’ve watched the counter people make coffee at many, many DD shopsin the Boston area, and they all make it the same way, so they must go through some training: For a medium, 5 squirts of milk, 5 scoops of sugar, pour in the coffee, slap on the lid.
IMO, their donuts are nothing to write home about, though I’m not fond of donuts anyway, so I’m probably not the best judge.
Ya know, I’m beginning to think I’d like a chance to miss things from home…like alice, I’m still there.
I’d miss the dry meat and the Han-style smoked salmon, the aurora borealis and the wolf chorus, the mountains and the lakes. I don’t have to book my campsite two years in advance. And I can pretty much camp wherever I want to.
I wouldn’t miss the -50C, though. Or the mosquitos.
I certainly miss Northern mosquitoes. I didn’t get bit at home, but the stinky dumb American mosquitoes love my sweet, sweet Canadian blood. I have scars.
I’m a military brat but pretty much grew up in Germany.
What I miss about Germany:
Beer, esp. the local beers in Germany are just amazing.
The Strassenbahn (streetcar). The nearest stop was just down the street and I could get anywhere in that thing.
The Fuessgangerzone (pedestrian zone) in downtown Heidelberg. When I lived in Germany, the DM to U.S. dollar rate was way in my favor. I could go down there, find four complete oufits (with shoes!) and only spend about $100.
This little gyros restaurant (Can’t remember the name!) in downtown Heidelberg. They wrapped their gyros in crispy tortillas and drowned them in tzaziki (sp?). ::drool::
Mandy’s. A restaurant with the most delicious steak sandwiches known to man.
Schnell Imbiss. These are movable kiosks that sell the most delicious bratwurst and French fries. The German equivalent of a hot dog stand.
Germans. I had nothing but wonderful experiences getting to know the natives. For example, every landlord we had would invite my family to their house for dinner and take us on trips to local tourist spots. It was like having our extended family over there.
I still live in my home city, but I really miss Haussner’s Restaurant in Highlandtown (pronounced Hahllintown for the non-locals). I grew up two blocks down and three blocks over, and every important occasion in my life was celebrated there. They closed in Fall '99; I was away at college and missed it.
It wasn’t so much that the food was amazing, or that the staff was the best, or even the sublime decor - it was a feeling of belonging. It was the feeling of being with my people, my fellow Baltimorons, the sense of shared lives, or at least lives that intersected there. When you were in Haussner’s, everyone was family, and I miss that feeling an awful lot. I’m sad that I’ll never get to take my (still imaginary) children there one day for birthdays and end-of-school celebrations and graduations.
I can still drive past my old school and my old rec center and my old house; I can see the mural I helped to paint that says, “Here we shall see no enemy.” But I have to travel a few blocks off the beaten path for that; I always pass the broken shell of Haussner’s on my way downtown. I squeeze my eyes shut sometimes because it makes me so homesick for…Baltimore past, I guess.
I also miss Memorial Stadium, which has been torn down completely and turned into a giant pit of dirt. Thank you ever so much, competent city officials. Good call on ripping apart that landmark.
