"Where are the Paneras of yesteryear? We always come in hopeful. The decor is promising and the place is filled with conversation. Then, your name is called and you're given a haphazard sandwich on a white microwaveable cardboard tray. If I wanted a hot pocket I'd... Scratch that. I don't want hot pockets. We're done here."^^ . . "2014-04-27T00:00:00"^^ . . . "1"^^ . "2"^^ . "2"^^ . "0"^^ .