When I get into a good workout routine, I automatically shift into health mode. “No, I don’t want that egg mcmuffin. I’d rather sip on a kale smoothie” I convince myself.
Well, recently one Sunday morning after spin class I have a hankering for some real nutrients and I am starving. I remember walking by a smoothie spot just a week before and I am curious. As I stroll up Princess street I spy the sign, “Fuel.” “Fitting name, that’s exactly what I need!” I think. I walk into the very sleek looking locally-owned juice/smoothie bar and I am greeted by a very friendly face. Continue reading