Panera Bread
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Panera Bread
I arrive at Panera Bread with a sense of feeling at home. Its my retreat from a stressful lifestyle. I come to get great food and to finish my school work. Its not like my home where the TV and sleep are a distraction.
When I first walk in the door I am greeted by the smell of fresh bagels and hot soup. Free samples of deliciously baked raisin bagels with freshly whipped cream cheese are set out on display. The menu on the wall behind the registers makes my taste buds tingle. The smells of different coffees remind me that I will never get sleepy while doing my studies. Steams from the pots of soup make me feel warm even in a tee shirt on in February.
Panera Bread is setup so I could move in for the next two weeks. Tall ceilings with think brown painted walls give a sense of comfort. Comfortable matching leather chairs circle a cozy fireplace. On the other side of the dimmed coffee house offers an array of tables and booths. Leather couches, coffee, and a fireplace is a perfect setup for anyone to write a novel.
I notice different groups of people in Panera Bread everyday. It is lunch time, and it is quite packed. I sit by myself in an excluded booth like its my own world. When I what to take a break from studies, I watch the people.
At one table, young-successful business men in suits plan to take over the world. The next table is a young college girl hard at her school work. You can tell she is working hard at life, looking for a spot in the business, but the fellows next to her, pay her no mind. I notice more than one indie-rocker with beady glasses and scruffy hair. They are listening to ipods while typing love poems on there laptops.
I feel hungry, so I get up. I am greeted by a 19-year-old girl with a fake smile behind the counter. I am brushed by a busy mother who wants to run in and grab a coffee. I order and pay for my chicken