My friend Jan and I were about tenth in line at the newly-opened Panera Bread in Madison today, when she said “why did we do this? We should have gone somewhere we’d be served.”
Amen. Exactly. Actually her comment was particularly hilarious because I had shallowly complained to Lea just this weekend that Jan had suggested the place.
I don’t understand the exploding popularity of the “fast casual” restaurant. They cost as much as sitting down and being waited on at any number of places. The food is competently prepared, but generally unremarkable.
And the Panera experience in particular is a downright pain in the ass. I wait in line, and get my own drink, and get up and get my food right after I’ve started visiting in earnest with my friend, and clear the table, and you expect me to separate recyclables when I throw trash away?
Shouldn’t I get, say, a 20% break off what a stuff-on-the-wall place charges for doing all that?
Look, millions of you go. If you didn’t, the concept wouldn’t be proliferating so. So what am I missing?