Went to check out the new University Village shopping center this weekend, figuring my wife and I would start with breakfast at Panera.

Now, as I mentioned on the previous blog, my wife has a spectacular aversion to gluten. One crumb and she’ll get joint pain like she’s been in a car wreck. So, you may think Panera, a place that builds everything around yeast and flour, would be a terrifically stupid place to take her. OK … yeah.

I started with a bagel, which is merely passable and not nearly in the same league as Brueggers, and then went onto a bacon and spinach souffle, baked into a pastry and served in this cute little tin. It was wonderful.

Jane ordered an egg.

That’s it. An egg. You’d think we’d marched into Rush Limbaugh’s show touting socialized medicine. The looks we got.

Yes, they serve eggs in sandwiches. But they had no button on their cash register. (I almost pulled a “Five Easy Pieces” here and ordered an egg sandwich, hold the bread.) So, one worker talks to another who talks to another.. and they look up things in a book, and then they hem and haw… and in the end, I don’t remember what they chanrged, but it wasn’t much.

But then they forgot to make it. I reminded the prep guys … and then they saw the ticket. A few minutes later they delivered an egg sandwich.

“No, just an egg. On a plate.”

“Oh, oh, oh, right.”

Ten minutes later, one fried egg.

Whew.

Jane enjoyed it and didn’t have an averse reaction.

Then we went to Costco for some real eatin’ (free samples!)

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