Panera has always been one of my favorite bagel-and-coffee morning places, and a nice soup-and sandwich shop too. The little shop on Broadway is nice, airy, fresh, and the coffee is good and hot.
I deduct one star for location. You take your very life in your hands getting in and out of the tiny parking lot of the little strip mall in which this Panera sits. Visibility is poor, but this doesn't seem to dissuade the (apparently) paranormally-gifted drivers, who barrel around blind corners without checking first to see if cars or pedestrian might be approaching from the other direction. Apparently, these drivers labor under the delusion they possess a sixth sense enabling them to see through time and around solid objects. I can assure them that empirical data has proven otherwise.
To further enhance your whimsical Adventures in Dining, this patch of Broadway--like the Winchester House, where the sound of hammers never ceases-- is forever under construction, a state of affairs that only adds to the murky visibility. Just the other morning, on my way to a clandestine assignation with a cinnamon crunch bagel and a steamy mug of hot and dark Brazilian, I was almost beheaded by a backhoe and disemboweled by a forklift. But as my uncle, Commander Thadeus Saint Germain (late of the Algerian fusiliers) always opined, nothing whets the edge of your appetite like a near brush with death.
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Panera has always been one of my favorite bagel-and-coffee morning places, and a nice soup-and sandwich shop too. The little shop on Broadway is nice, airy, fresh, and the coffee is good and hot. I deduct one star for location. You take your very life in your hands getting in and out of the tiny parking lot of the little strip mall in which this Panera sits. Visibility is poor, but this doesn't seem to dissuade the (apparently) paranormally-gifted drivers, who barrel around blind corners without checking first to see if cars or pedestrian might be approaching from the other direction. Apparently, these drivers labor under the delusion they possess a sixth sense enabling them to see through time and around solid objects. I can assure them that empirical data has proven otherwise. To further enhance your whimsical Adventures in Dining, this patch of Broadway--like the Winchester House, where the sound of hammers never ceases-- is forever under construction, a state of affairs that only adds to the murky visibility. Just the other morning, on my way to a clandestine assignation with a cinnamon crunch bagel and a steamy mug of hot and dark Brazilian, I was almost beheaded by a backhoe and disemboweled by a forklift. But as my uncle, Commander Thadeus Saint Germain (late of the Algerian fusiliers) always opined, nothing whets the edge of your appetite like a near brush with death.