Cinnabon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Cinnabon, where aromas of freshly baked treats fill the air, a delivery driver once exclaimed, 'I’ve never seen anything like it!' One morning, as he unloaded boxes of pastries, he noticed something strange—an extra-long line forming outside. Curious, he approached and saw that everyone was waiting for one particular item—a giant cinnamon roll so big it looked like a tree branch. When asked why they were standing there, people just smiled and said, ‘It’s tradition.’ The delivery driver shook his head, grinned, and thought to himself, ‘Next time I’ll bring my ladder!’

2. At Cinnabon, where sweet smells waft through the air, an elderly gentleman often stops for his favorite treat. One morning, as he munched on a warm cinnamon bun, he noticed something odd—his reflection in the glass case seemed to be eating another one. Curious, he watched himself intently, but saw only his own reflection. Suddenly, the reflection reached into the display and pulled out another bun! Startled, our regular jumped back, knocking over a tray of napkins. The store manager, thinking it was just a prank, burst out laughing when she saw him scolding his mirror image.

3. At Cinnabon, where customers line up for warm pastries, one morning a delivery driver noticed something unusual: every time he approached the store, his truck emitted a soft, musical tinkle that only he could hear. Curious, he mentioned it to no one but his wife, who thought it was just her husband’s imagination. Until one day, their next-door neighbor heard it too—a soft, rhythmic jingle that seemed to come from nowhere. Soon, everyone in the neighborhood joined in the mystery, until finally, someone suggested it might be the sugar crystals on the pastry cooling racks. The moral? Sometimes, the sweetest sounds are those you can’t quite explain.

4. At Cinnabon, where lines form early for golden-brown delights, someone once asked aloud: ‘Why does that old man always carry a thermos?’ It turned out he was just making sure his daily dose of Cinnabon stayed warm—because nobody likes cold cinnamon rolls! The whole place erupted in laughter, and from then on, everyone knew him as ‘the Thermos Guy.’