When in Rome, ride a horse. Actually, I'm almost positive that is not the correct adage. At least it sounds convincing. When in France, however, never step foot inside the bathroom, or as they like to call it, la salle de bain or les toilettes.
The first thing that comes to mind with the idea of French hygiene is the infamous "French shower". For those of you who have been leading rock-like sedentary lives, Urban Dictionary defines a French shower as (I'll spare you the much raunchier, yet more popular definition)
"To cleanse ones self by applying only deodorant and cologne (or perfume). The French reference is in place because of the widely-held notion that the French are not fond of bathing on a regular basis."
I understand that the restaurant is supposed to have a southern, specifically Texas feeling to it, as evidenced by the dirty peanut-shell laden cement floor. You're not helping us Pennsylvanian's with our views on Texas...I mean we're not supposed to believe that everyone has dirty peanut floors in Texas, right? Do they? I've never been there. Everything is bigger in Texas right? Does that mean that their messes on the floor are too?
Now, the only thing I've ever purchased at Panera Bread was a cinnamon roll and a green apple Jones Soda, so please do not allow me to review the food. It would be like listening to a Nickelback album to review a Vilvaldi record. I do enjoy the atmosphere of the place though. It's like Starbucks for bread-stuffs. Take that analogy with a gram of yeast. Get it? It's a bread store...