Part 2: Man's search for Cinnamon Roll's

"Are you sure you don't have them? I've been looking all over for them." I said to the Barista behind the counter. There wasn't a line behind me, so I felt less guilty pleading to the minimum wage professional coffee maker.

"No, we don't have that type of cinnamon roll here. Can you explain what it looks like again? Maybe I can point you in the right direction." the man said. He was growing impatient, as I have now taken 20 minutes of his time talking about cinnamon rolls.

I felt the drool coming out of the side of my mouth. "This bun is truly the bun of legends. The way the dough spirals to the middle, it almost puts you into a trance-like state. That causes your mouth to become a fountain of drool. Instead of coating itself with basic lame frosting, like all those other sticky buns. It dares to be bold; it dares to be creative and cover itself with creamy smooth peanut butter. The golden-brown peanut butter is spread so masterfully over each spiral, they look like waves crashing. When surfers see them, they call it creamy kahuna; not to mention the texture..."

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The Barista put up his hand, stopping me in the middle of my monologue. "Yeah man, we don't have that; we're just your average Dunkin Donuts. I would try the Specialty café on 5th avenue." He said, walking away from the counter, "If you find it let me know, that sounds delicious." The Barista walked through the back door, marked 'Employees Only'.

Wiping the drool off my mouth, I left Dunkin' Donuts.