Just had dinner at Panera with my parents. I have never had a more miserable meal. If you call yourself a “foodie” and insist Panera bread is your favorite restaurant I swear to god your entire existence is a lie. I only caved in eating there despite my hunger, because the alternative was Jack In The Box tacos. Their “creamy” tomato soup was chunky soup with hardly any trace of richness to it. But what else would you expect from a postmodernist society. The fact that Marcel Duchamp could rotate a urinal sideways and call it “art” was the beginning of the end. The Turkey BLT I ate was as tasteless as telling Holocaust jokes at the Weeping Wall and was eaten without joy-only for sustenance at this point.