Damn you, Adam Levine

The time I got owned by a song that I hate.

This is not at all what my lunch looked like. (Photo by Tim Samuel from Pexels)

I had a late coffee this morning at a work meeting and by the time lunch rolled around it sounded like my tummy was driving on the side of a highway. It was rumblin’. I was hungry. Like the wolf.

While healthier options exist, I felt drawn to the Nashville Coop in St. Paul to get some growlin’ hot chicken strips and fries. So I…