Tip: get some.\n\nIf you need me to tell you about Cinnabon, you really haven't lived as a red-blooded American. Cinnabon is like the overweight, gun-toting, conservative distant relative you only see once or twice a year at family reunions or funerals. But damn it if you don't love them because they'd have your back if you were getting carjacked or if you needed a truck to move a washer/dryer. That, ladies and gents, is Cinnabon. You don't wanna eat there every day, but they are there for you at malls and airports across America...or as they say it: `Merica!!