I worked at a stand-alone, 24-hour, Dunkin' Donuts when I was in high school - back when the women wore pink dresses, pantyhose and white shoes and and served sit-down customers (including lots of truckers) at a diner-type counter. Back when there were a zillion types of fresh donuts baked fresh every day and night - the display of which took up an entire wall behind us at the register. Also at the register - a case filled with special "fancies" created by the bakers. (When things weren't busy, one baker got his kicks making semi-risqué fancies that were not always displayable.) When the bakers were too busy, we kids made the Munchkins and filled, powdered & iced donuts. (I must've gained 15 lbs eating Munchkins.) The only other thing we sold that I can remember was decent soup heated from restaurant-sized cans.
Back then, we were known for our truly delicious coffee and fresh donuts. And the store smelled amazing.
Sadly, I never had the pleasure of meeting Fred, the head baker who appeared essentially against his will in the ubiquitous 30-second "Time To Make The Donuts" commercials. We learned he'd been duped (by unscrupulous producers) into believing he was being filmed for a documentary about his life's work - not commercials. I never had the opportunity to tell Fred how much I sympathized with his plight and prayed that his respite from the madness would arrive sooner rather than later. It is my one regret.
I worked at a stand-alone, 24-hour, Dunkin' Donuts when I was in high school - back when the women wore pink dresses, pantyhose and white shoes and and served sit-down customers (including lots of truckers) at a diner-type counter. Back when there were a zillion types of fresh donuts baked fresh every day and night - the display of which took up an entire wall behind us at the register. Also at the register - a case filled with special "fancies" created by the bakers. (When things weren't busy, one baker got his kicks making semi-risqué fancies that were not always displayable.) When the bakers were too busy, we kids made the Munchkins and filled, powdered & iced donuts. (I must've gained 15 lbs eating Munchkins.) The only other thing we sold that I can remember was decent soup heated from restaurant-sized cans.
Back then, we were known for our truly delicious coffee and fresh donuts. And the store smelled amazing.
Sadly, I never had the pleasure of meeting Fred, the head baker who appeared essentially against his will in the ubiquitous 30-second "Time To Make The Donuts" commercials. We learned he'd been duped (by unscrupulous producers) into believing he was being filmed for a documentary about his life's work - not commercials. I never had the opportunity to tell Fred how much I sympathized with his plight and prayed that his respite from the madness would arrive sooner rather than later. It is my one regret.
This was a wild ride. Thank you for sharing all of this. You would have loved Fred
That explains why the took the "Donuts" out of Dunkin' Donuts' name.