Damn you, Adam Levine
The time I got owned by a song that I hate.
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…