I’ve said it many times before, and I’ll probably say it time and time again: God bless Panera Bread. It’s a microcosm of society. From coast to coast, I’ve seen Christians unite at Panera after church and homeless people sit by the fireplace and little old ladies knitting and playing Scrabble. I’ve also seen students of all ages working with tutors of all ages over coffee and danishes and textbooks, a grouping of which I’ve proudly participated.
I’ve also seen moms and dads bring their little ones to Panera, the kids ogling the pastries in the window at eye-level, pointing and shouting at this one and that one until the parents give in and carry a plate of doughy goodness to their table.