Today Zack came back for lunch and Baby J and I got a much needed break from the inside of our hotel room. The good news is we upgraded to a much nicer hotel (for only $5 more) and it's about a half mile from Walmart, Target (my nemesis, but none the less a sign of the civilized world) and TONS of restaurants. I had already eaten my infamous power bar but Baby J and I accompanied Zack to Panera Bread to watch him eat and sip on a diet coke (me, not Baby J :) ). Can I just tell you that this place almost made me think twice about my plan to start a petition to have this city expelled from the US? They have AMAZING bread there. It immediately transported me back to being 8 years old at my grandparents house eating Salami and butter sandwiches (yes folks, you read correctly -- on a side note, does this help anyone understand my constant battle with weight?) on the BEST bread. My Grandfather was a stickler for good bread. He would go out most mornings and get a new fresh loaf. It's not something that I think of all that often, but after just one bite, I had a new found respect for my grandparents quest and appreciation of good bread. Could it be that I had underestimated Hicksville and all its goodness? Alas, I'm sorry to say that Panera Bread is a chain and can be found less then 10 minutes from my own home in the Almighty State of California. But maybe Hicksville deserves a little bit of credit for turning me on to this place, maybe I can look beyond the local drivers driving with one leg out the window. Ok, good bread is great and all, but it's not magic people.
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