Now I want Panera.
And I’m in Canada.
With no fucking Panera.
You suck!
sorry dude.
If it makes you feel any better the coffee at your Tim Horton’s in Canada is much better than the coffee at the U.S. Tim Horton’s.
All is not lost in Canada:
http://www.panerabread.com/cafes/canada.php
Idaho? Now that’s another matter… 
Forget Panera … go to Krispy Kreme and have a donut. Oh wait.
Now I want Panera.
And I’m in Canada.
With no fucking Panera.
You suck!
Wow, you whine a lot. “No panera, can’t drive, whaaa!!”
John
I heard you wily Canadians have a secret weapon developed - but never unleashed - called “Poutine”. I’m envious of that, if it’s any consolation.
Put your face in the poutine!
Put your face in the poutine!
Do some tongue alphabet aerobics on some Poutine!
I was wondering when Tom got you interested in this one:
Then I realized you talked about a restaurant chain (Panera) and not a car (Panamera). 
It’s different? Really?
I went to an AWESOME little joint in Idaho… oh - wait. It was in Pullman, WA. *Close *to Idaho, though…
Funny thing - I expected there to be lots of potato options on the menus in Idaho, but they don’t really do that.
Moscow doesn’t play up the Russian thing, either - I was hoping to see a little Kremlin downtown…
Good food co-op though.
Why have a doughnut when you can have a doughnut-cheeseburger?
Whaaaaaa! Devlin’s making fun of me! Whaaaaaaa!
oops - wrong thread…
Poutine pretty much rocks, but it’s hard to find the real stuff (with cheese curds) here in BC…
There’s a joint on the 'Drive (kind of near Andy’s place, actually) that specializes in pomme frites and poutine. I might have to check them out…
You don’t really think I got this fat thinking about *cars *all the time, do you?
Absolutely. And I say so only after being proven absolutely wrong by a fetching young lady I once dated who lived in Canada.
She was very “Canadian” as her family was French Canadian. We had light hearted debates about whether the U.S. or Canada was the better country. And while I waved the Canadian space program in her face she mentioned the gunshots heard in the streets at night in downtown Detroit, just across the Detroit River from Windsor where she lived, as proof positive that Canada was a country of civilized, peace loving people on the shores of a group of savages. We even compared and contrasted lyrics to the two national anthems. I’m quite fond of the Canadian national anthem by the way.
Anyway.
I offered to settle this debate once and for all as she claimed that coffee at U.S. Tim Horton’s was utterly different and pathetically substandard to the delightful brew served at staccato intervals and fresh as a sun spot at Tim Horton’s in Canada. It was a simple matter, after leaving her house in the morning on my way back to civilization from the colony of Canada, our someday 51st state, I would que up at the Canadian Tim Horton’s and get a cup of coffee in Windsor. It was a simple matter since, in Canada, people use Tim Horton’s like street signs- there is one on every single corner. When you give directions to anywhere in Canada you just say, "Turn right at the *first *Tim Horton’s you see, and then… I am a half block down from the 57th Tim Horton’s you will have passed, about four miles from where you began. Canada can’t afford their own navigation satelites, so instead of GPS they have THPS, Tim Horton Positioning System.
Anyway.
So I went to the Canadian Tim Horton’s in the morning before crossing the frontier at the Windsor Tunnel to return to civilization here in the U.S. I managed to negotiate the language barrier (Uh, eh?, uh, Here’s a *dawlhar *for a coffee, ahe?) and got my cup of coffee at the Canadian Tim Hortons. It’s bouquet was gentle as the flap of the wing of a Canadian Snow Goose. It’s flavor as robust as a Canadian Mounty. It’s aftertaste was as delicate and subdued as Canadian politics. It was quite a fine cup of coffee.
Upon re-admittance to the U.S. I drove directly to a U.S. domiciled Tim Horton’s and ordered exactly the same size coffee. The first thing I noticed was a greatly reduced sense of ritual surrounding the preparation and presentation of the coffee. I think the people who staff Tim Horton’s in Canada were also a part of Canada’s nuclear program given the degree of precision and sense of reverence they seem to have for the coffee in Canada.
The time interval of when the coffee was brewed was not written on the carafe as it was in Canada. In Canada, there seemed to be a rather well turned out young lad attending to nothing but coffee preparation and monitoring the freshness of the coffee. If the coffee passed a certain time interval unserved, it was unceremoniously dumped as toxic waste. The coffee in Canada had barely hit the bottom of the pot before it was served. If the wind outside the Tim Horton’s in Canada blew the wrong way they threw all the coffee out and made fresh.
It was clearly a matter of national pride, which is nice, since it gives the pioneers in Canada something to do. Now, there does seem to be a national fixation with coffee pots, as I once attended a sporting event in Canada that combined coffee pots and ice: Curling. People hurled huge ceramic coffee pots down the ice and engaged their penchant for tidyness by sweeping vigorously in front of them- clearly a symbolic jesture that speaks to the national reverance for coffee and the ascension of Tim Horton himself to sainthood in Canada.
Anyway.
The coffee at the Tim Horton’s in Canada was, I had to conceed, head and shoulders superior to the same beverage in the U.S. It simply tasted better. She was right. We broke up.
I don’t know what the Timmy’s are like in Ontario, but here is BC the Timmy’s are run by… let’s say the less intelligent (so as to not offend people that don’t like the term retards). Khai will be able to back me up on this one. So you were treated to something special.
You forget that Tim Horton (the man) is sacred in Ontario, as a former Toronto Maple Leaf. In Ontario Timmy’s is as ubiquitous as Tom described. They don’t quite get stupid like starbucks does with 2 stores kitty corner to one another, but you’d be hard pressed to go more than a few blocks before running into one. The exception to that rule (which has been changing over the past 10 years) is in the downtown core of Toronto, where it was traditionally more of a Coffee Time city. Timmy’s has been making strong inroads over the past decade however, and has established complete market dominance in the rural and suburban areas as well as along the highways in rest stops. As for the service, it is indeed fast and courteous, and the coffee expires after 10min (I think - it might be 15).
Timmy’s franchises out West seem to have taken a bit too much of the laissez faire attitude, and it takes forever to get your order. They aren’t stoned, as one might expect - they’re just s-l-o-w. The coffee is the same, and occasionally you get a well run establishment - but by and large they aren’t run by the brightest or most highly motivated folk. It’s kind of funny to notice, but less so when you’ve been standing there forever waiting for a really complicated order like “medium, black”. The one closeby to my work is pretty good, but by and large they could use a little motivation.
You said “by and large” twice. Get a damn vocabulary and stop being such a lazy fuck. Thank you for your help.
Blame it on the BC bud.