If you would have told me at any point throughout the six years that I lived in Austin, that one day I would be working on a project in Nashville, TN, and I would be starving at the end of an intense day of long meetings in which I felt a pressure to be simultaneously charming and smart yet accomplished neither, and that my heart would melt upon pulling out of the office and seeing a Chuy's, of all places, I would have believed you about everything except for the heart-melting part.
