Cinnabon

Food is great but when i request to cut my cinnabon in half? The two girls look at eachother and laugh. That was rude.

This is my favorite location to go to. It is conveniently located right when you walk in the mall under Round 1. The workers are very friendly and food is always super fresh, cinnamon rolls are nice and gooey. My new favorite is their cinnamon holes, probably less calories I’m sure, comes with a side of cream cheese frosting for dipping, very good. I usually heat up frosting in microwave about five seconds, perfect for dipping.

Terrible. First the girl behind the counter didn’t know how to run a gift card. She was nice enough but kept saying it was a new system. She ran the gift card twice and with no success said sorry and said she couldn’t help us. So was it the system or the lack of training? The gift card was bought at the lakewood location and now it can’t be used there? This makes absolutely no sense. How can a company take someone’s money for a gift card and then when said gift card is trying to be redeemed its impossible to do so. It’s a crime. Don’t buy gift cards here. Save your money.

There was a big line for these on a cold rainy night so we knew they were gonna be hot and fresh! The cinnamon roll did not disappoint. We were concerned that it would be too sweet like many American desserts are, but it was just right! Yummy and 800+ calories. Worth it.

Hot, fresh, ooey, gooey, sticky-​icky buns! My favorite. I just wish they’d put more icing on them because I am a total glutton. Their lemonade is good, too, though it’s a little too sweet. I dilute it with a bit of bottled water. Yum! The perfect treat to accompany a bit of shopping.

This place is just OK! I went here with my girlfriend yesterday to pick her free Cinnabon roll for Nurse’s week. I would not say it’s the best, but it’s not bad either. Sometimes their rolls are hot and fresh, but sometimes taste like factory made; there’s no consistency. It fills my belly when I need a sweet treat inside the mall that’s for sure. Other than that, I have nothing to say

Love this place!!! The best sweets I will ever have and every time I go to the mall…

I love to treat myself to a Cinnabon yummy every now and again and today was that day! I was looking to see what I wanted and when I asked the staff if there were fresh cinnamon buns coming out one girl replied with 30 minutes. I was a little confused because they had 1 stale roll in the display case and about 2 or 3 trays of buns in the warming oven finished and ready serve. So she rolled her eyes and grabbed the tray, tossed it aside and then grabbed a fresh tray. Hhmmm, so I quickly ordered and was never once greeted by the cashier or asked if i wanted a drink. When I said thank you she still said nothing. The staff was rude and the customer service was terrible. I will NOT be back. I’m very disappointed. (the cinnabon was good but it wasn’t even fresh. It had hardened icing and I could tell it had been sitting for awhile)

Cinnabon always seems to bring back memories of my childhood… a time where I could eat anything and get fat immediately afterwards haha. Sadly this isn’t the case anymore, so I only go when my girlfriend wants to celebrate something mildly exciting haha. In this weekend’s case, it was her bowling her first turkey! sidenote: she hit 4 straight gutterballs before her 3 straight strikes! WTH?! how is that even possible… haha.
The service as this location is nice and quick. We went with the standard cinnabon, but the pumpkin ones looked really good as well! 13 year old me would’ve jumped all over the pumpkin ones in addition to the cinnabon haha. The cinnabon was everything I remembered. OOEY GOOEY GOODNESS!

I usually never come to Unilocal to write a review, but today I had to. I went to the Cinnabon location at the Lakewood mall. I decided to get 2 orders of Cinna-​Sticks and a Churro. I didn’t check the bag or anything after they handed it to me, I just left to head to the movies. On my way to the theater I checked my bag and realized they didn’t give me any frosting, which always comes with the Cinna sticks. I decided to just go back to Cinnabon after the movies to get frosting. When I got there I talked to the girl and told her the story about how they didn’t put it In the bag. She told me «we charge 53 cent.» I explained to her again, that you guys didn’t put the frosting in there in the first place, I’m not paying for frosting. She then said, «let me see your receipt» I went through my pocket and pulled out the receipt I assumed was there’s, since I had 4 receipts in my pockets from earlier in the day. She says «well this isn’t our receipt.» I k told her I can show you the bag with the sticks in them untouched. She then gets the frosting and says in a blah tone, «Well I’m letting you know, we don’t do this, but here.» I started to say, what do you mean you don’t do this, you guys are the one that didn’t put it in the bag, but I just took the 1 frosting and walked away.
I could understand if I was trying to ask for another pack of sticks or I was trying to hustle them for something free, but to seriously keep questioning me over some frosting, that you guys didn’t put in the bag in the first place. I always go to Cinnabon, almost every time I got to the mall, so it’s a shame that something like that makes me look at that location, and not want to go back. You rather lose a customer for some frosting? That just doesn’t make sense to me.

Today there was a long line, as I watched the workers work one dropped a caramel bottle into the trash, took it out and set it to the side, a moment later the other worker was looking for it and when asked the girl said oh yea I dropped it in the trash and they all just continued to use this same bottle. As this is all going down there is a worker standing I the door way watching the long line build up and just talking on her phone glaring at the line. WTF seriously guys I know it’s the mall but sanitation is key the cashier was friendly but when I brought it to her attention she smiled as said have a nice day. Hmmm

Cinnabon
Right back I’m back in love again.
Like an ex I broke up with I’m allowing them back in my life on a trial basis. Lol
My theory is whatever broke us up the first time can happen again so Cinnabon I’m giving you a second chance.
If you keep the same quality I have come to know we won’t have a problem.
The 2^nd time around.
I couldn’t wait to try it, but I took one look at that Cinnabon and decided to help it out.
it looked anemic I slathered it in extra cream cheese and bit into a pillow of deliciousness immediately feeling euphoria I was floating on a serious sugar high.
I could only eat a small piece it was so rich thick and luscious down to the cinnamon center, It has a better flavor but I still detect a bit of change it’s not as dense as it used to be but the cream cheese frosting is as buttery and fantastic as always and for an occasional treat this will work for me…
I missed you Cinnabon welcome back keep it together and you’ll get 5 stars on mynext visit. Yes they earned it!
That was a cheap date it only set me back 3.77 including the extra cream cheese and tax.

Cinnabon was celebrating their 25^th anniversary and invited people to print out the online coupon for a free minibon. Well, my lunch break isn’t that long but i figured this is an easy transaction. Hand them the coupon and get a free minibon right? WRONG.
They pointed out the fine print on the coupon that said that you may need to pay tax. Ok, no problem. I’ll pay tax on this. BUT then they said it was 53 cents so I asked them, well how much is this minibon normally. I was told $ 3.89. I had trouble verifying the price on the menu so I just accepted that ridiculous price. I was too shocked over the 3.89 normal price to realize that 53 cents would be the tax for a $ 6 item. Then when i got back to work, I noticed that the receipt said i was charged 49 cents for frosting and 4 cents for tax on that. So… they basically just made shit up in order to charge me money for it.
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Oh God, I love me some Cinnabon, but they are just so decadent that I only allow myself one a year, if that. There’s not a lot of things that I eschew because they are TOO good (Hot Talmales, Ritz Chips, Cream Puffs from Alsace Lorraine…) but this is right on the border. I pick one up (the regular $ 3.89 Cinnabon), and I get halfway through it, forcing myself to savor it, and I look at it and I’m full. But there’s still the other half JUST SITTING THERE, staring up at me, and I think, «It’s been a WHOLE FRIGGIN’ YEAR since I had a Cinnabon, and DANG IT, I don’t smoke or drink or do drugs or gamble… I deserve it! I’M GONNA EAT THE WHOLE THING! and even though I’m full I eat the whole thing and feel not just morally guilty, but almost physically sick. But it’s just so dang GOOD. And then I don’t have one for a WHOLE year. Yesterday I was Christmas shopping and over a year has passed and there wasn’t anybody in line and OH GOD they looked so good, sitting behind the glass, frosting glistening, the cinnamon smelling like God Hisownself baked them in the kitchens of Heaven, and I KEPT WALKING. I deserve to be sainted or something.

Cinnabon Stix are good. I prefer the Caramel pecanbon over the regular Cinnabon. I used to walk around the mall drinking MochaLatta over ice but I quit by the time Chillattas came out. If you feel guilty about the butter, buy the Cinnabon Bites or Minibons. My family used to buy CinnaPacks to eat for breakfast.

Oddly enough, I would discover the all-​encompassing grandeur of cinnabon years prior to its pseudo-​reclassification as ideal food for the masses. As a youngin’, on family vacations, i’d frequent the only mall in Eugene, Oregon. Armed with a couple of bucks, and a parent defined time limit, i’d meander to the food court and discover two things: The decadent product being served, as well as the teeanagers purposefully creating my addiction. I needed trans-​fats served instantaneously by a crew of cute teen girls. C’mon I was a fifteen year old «surfer guy» back then, smack dab in the middle of oregon. I couldn’t help but flirt innocently with the locals.
Degressing oddly, I would like to express my pleasure for the cinnabon. They’ve managed to culturally unifty us across this here great nation and solidify us as a all-​encompasing target audience with complete success. I swear it’s the combination of that smell and the drippy icing that equates true masochism. I still drool systematically when I stroll through the Lakewood Mall. At times, I just can’t avoid re-​hasing the youth, succumbing to my younger days, and noshing hard.
Perhaps there’s some illegal drug in the icing. Perhaps it’s a comfort food connection. Everyone has their own theory based on perception, and everyone has moments where they must strategially «rock» the cinnabon.
I’ll be back again. not in Oregon though… those are rite of passage memories from years of lore.

I’m not into sweets as you know. When I was a kid, we ate a lot of candy, but still… not like we REALLY wanted to. Subsequently, I made up for that as a young adult by eating all kinds of fancy cakes and sweets and candies. I’ve fallen from their favor recently and in the interest of staying grown and sexy… I prefer the healthier stuff. Somehow I didn’t get the cinnamon roll gene either. I came to the mall to find a brown jacket, but got sidetracked by a maple one, though I still needed a brown one and still would have bought one if there were any stores that had a decent and cute brown one. Know what I’m saying?
In short… I’m still looking for a brown jacket.
Disgusted, but still pleased with the bomb maple… I head out the mall. I pass a Cinnabon and am instantly frozen in a cinnamon haze. Golly. These marketing genius’ have gotten to a pastry tee-​totaler like myself. I stop and gaze at the buns. They are generously slathered with a buttercreamy, sugary, meltingly delicious looking topping. I’m thinkin’…“Somebody is gonna be greasin’ on one of those in a minute” Alas… it won’t be me. But they were fresh and screaming throughout the mall, I’d recommend them to a cinnamon roll lover. I spot some cinnamon crispy thingys. I buy a bag of about 6. Don’t ask the price. I don’t roll like that. If I want it, I’m getting it. It’s why I’m alive, right? I threw them in my purse.
Once in the car, I tore into them. The delicate, crispy meanies started flakin’ all over the ride. One star for that, just ’cause now have to clean up crumbs. I notice a container of sweet looking frosted dipping stuff. The same stuff that topped the buns. In the distance I hear the stabbing scene from «Psycho.» I start sweating…“all the extra sets if I eat this shit.” My mouth literally salivates.
What would Oprah do?
Fuck it, I dipped one of those suckers and vowed to return after the first bite. Those evil meanies turn nice in your mouth as they make a beeline to the abs and obliques. This will require take some strategizing. How do I eat this stuff without growing like Alice?
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Not Alice C.
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OK…I need a new mall or I’m going to be looking like Babe by summertime.