The suburbs. It’s the same shit on every corner. If you need anything that’s not a cell phone, fake tan, cup of Starbucks, or burger, you’re probably gonna have to drive a little. And oh yes, you will drive, because mass transit in the suburbs is like tolerance at the Republican National Convention – it might exist, but you’re gonna need a map and good luck to find it.
Being the savvy, cultured, international debutante that I am, it’s not always a comforting experience here in Suburbia; I can get a little restless looking for novelty and excitement. I’ve come to learn, though, that if I pay enough attention, I can still find wonderful and bizarre things.
This week, I spent a couple hours in Panera Bread.
- If you need a public place to get some work done, especially if you require Wi-Fi, Panera is the smart man’s (or woman’s) Starbucks. Whereas most branches of the Seattle Satan are packed to the brim with fidgety teens and suffer from a paucity of seating, the typical Panera is huge and comparably quiet. Shit, some even have a fireplace to sit next to. And they have coffee if you need it. And excellent food. And you can take a whole goddamn booth to spread your shit out. It’s a power move.