Panera, my preferred breakfast place in Gainesville, is hopping. Yes, another Gators game is tomorrow. In my somewhat limited experience in Gainesville, Friday is the day that the crowds, motor homes, and ultra-fans arrive. Even Panera gets into the act:
On the Road
I’m far away from Mockingbird Hill Cottage. I’ve traveled from the Northeast to the Southeast. Yes, I’m back in Gainesville. It is sunny and beautiful, but I miss the brilliant fall colors of the Hudson Valley. Yesterday’s flight (Jet Blue) was on time. I love Jet Blue because they have a direct flight from my little airport to Orlando. And they have leg room; which, for a tall gal, makes the journey much more comfortable. I drove from Orlando to Gainesville (about 2 hours) on I-75, which was more like a game of Roller Derby. People driving like maniacs, truckers driving semis like they were little race cars…insane. At one point, I was so boxed in by crazed truckers that I missed my exit. I was mad. It had already been a long day and I had to drive 10 miles out of my way, turn around, and try again. I finally arrived, checked in, and made my way to the theatre. They were behind on their schedule which is not surprising during a tech week. This is a big, big production. I said hello to everyone and watched a bit of the rehearsal with the orchestra and cast. Happily, I got to come home early and crash.
Dining on the road
I have never particularly liked eating on the road. Sometimes I order room service, but rarely, as it is so expensive. Today I was in rehearsal from 10 until 6 and we had a quick lunch break between 2 and 3. I drove to one of the local restaurants, couldn’t find a parking place, drove to another and ended up wolfing down a salad and some clam chowder much too quickly. For the rest of rehearsal I had an upset stomach. At 6:00 I didn’t feel like driving around looking for a place to eat. It is a football game weekend here in Gatorland and traffic is crazy! So I stopped at the Steak and Shake right by the hotel. Since I am a vegetarian, my choices are limited at a restaurant with the name of Steak and Shake. So I got french fries and a chocolate shake. The shake without the steak. That was my dinner. The fries were so-so. The shake was fabulous. And I feel nicely full, so it can’t be all bad, right?