3 days of grazing at Whole Foods
Ever since the Lincoln Park Whole Foods opened a year ago, my wallet and I have been in fisticuffs. It goes like this: I stock up with boxes of alfalfa or something, always with a picture of an overalls-wearing beatnik milking a goat or strumming a guitar. I feel honorable, until I see the charge at the cashier line. Then I question my decision-making abilities in choosing a $12 bag of Manitoban …

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