August 2017 by Conor Sears
If you're like me, and driving cross country, this place is an ungodly disappointment. I got a hankering for a cinnamon almost two hours away, and decided I could put off eating until I got my sumptuous treat. But upon arrivall, I saw no sign, no indication of my lucious desert. After finally finding it inside pilot, I was initially overjoyed. This was short lived. Inside, attended by a chipper employee were pastries I doubt were made the same day as my visit. Dogfaced and defeated, I am heading three hours to the next franchise finally stave off this wretched hunger.
