In Boston, there was a Trader Joe’s right outside my T stop. So I went ALL the time on my way home.
We have a new Trader Joe's in Nashville (without wine…b/c Tennessee liquor laws are stuck in the moonshine-running days), but I never go. The parking lot stresses me out. People are serious about their parking spaces in Green Hills, and I’m just not that competitive.
I miss the two buck chuck and chocolate-chocolate chip pancakes and the mushroom appetizers wrapped in flaky phyllo dough.
A brilliant ode made by Carl's Fine Films (from In Session ) …
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