Coffee Shops near Springfield

“Nice , clean, friendly, but if I get sugar again in my coffee, I will go back to micky D"s“

“During this visit it was relatively slow. Still a good selection of donut options for 4 p.m. on a Saturday. Customer service was fantastic while one was waiting on my decision I encouraged her to do whatever she needed as I considered what I wanted and a second girl came from the back very soon after to ask if I was ready to order. Very polite ladies and the friendliness and care made this visit one that didn't feel rushed at all. The drink Crafter also described the flavor profiles of a couple new drinks that I was debating trying and wanted comparisons to other drinks or flavors they'd encountered in the past that could give me a good idea of what I could expect if selecting one. Today, Sunday, March 3rd, I will be going back to Dunkin' to get one of the drinks. Updates are sure to come.

Parking: The parking is shared with the Penguin Gas Station with which this Dunkin' Donuts is located inside. Upon entering the property there is parking to the far left and far right of the gas pumps and store, with a handful of parking spaces directly in front of the store.“

“Springfield, Vermont. Blink and you’ll miss it. A town where time seems to slow down just enough for people to wave at passing cars and still believe in rotary phones. Right in the middle of it all — smack in the heart of Main Street America — stands a McDonald’s. The only fast-food joint in town for the past 30 years. A monument to consistency. A burger-slinging lighthouse in a sea of general stores and mom-and-pop plumbing outfits.

I went in expecting the usual — a rushed transaction, maybe a half-lukewarm hash brown, and the vague scent of fryer oil clinging to the air like a regret. What I got instead was something dangerously close to hospitality.

The doors opened, and there was Lisa. She didn’t greet me. She welcomed me — like I was a weary traveler arriving at a Parisian bistro, not a guy trying to shake off a hangover with industrial-grade coffee. Her “Hello!” had weight to it. Intention. It was like being seen for the first time after a long journey through flavorless beige.

Lisa knew the menu like a seasoned maître d’ knows the tasting notes on a 2003 Bordeaux. She didn’t just take my order. She curated an experience. I mentioned the steak and cheese bagel — she raised an eyebrow and suggested I try it on a muffin instead. I trusted her instantly. I'd have let her name my children.

Then came the food. That muffin was absurd. Soft. Buttery. Slightly crisped on the edge like it had been blessed by the griddle gods. The steak and cheese? Savory, decadent, with just enough salt to make you sip your coffee like it’s an aged scotch. It didn’t taste “good for McDonald’s.” It tasted good, full stop. Like, “cancel your lunch plans” good.

The place itself? Spotless. I’ve eaten in James Beard Award-winning kitchens that didn’t feel this clean. Hell, I would've eaten off the floor if Lisa gave the okay — and if I’m being honest, I probably would’ve still used a napkin just out of respect.

This wasn’t fast food. This was small-town theater. Comfort. Americana in its purest, most artery-clogging form. Lisa wasn’t working a counter — she was running the show. Holding down the only fast food in town for three decades like a local legend. A culinary general behind enemy lines of corporate blandness, somehow making it human again.

If you’re passing through Springfield and you don’t stop here, you’ve failed yourself. And if you do stop in, tell Lisa she’s the best maître d’ in Vermont — and probably a better chef than half the guys I’ve seen on the Food Network.“

“I'm so glad I found this place! Great Pie, got some for my co workers, nothing like it!“