Emily and I went to our first vegan restaurant together. I really appreciate the fact that even though she can’t eat meat or dairy, she never complains about going to a meat-place with me. The verdict on the vegan restaurant? Other than the fact all their faux-meat tasted like bologna, it was very good. Here’s an excerpt from the diner:
Emily: “What would you recommend? The Sloppy Joe or BBQ Chicken?”
Waiter: “Well, they taste pretty much the same. Except the BBQ Chicken has the ‘meat’ folded over three times and the Sloppy Joe is just stuff.”
In my culinary world, BBQ Chicken and Sloppy Joe should never be interchangeable. Nonetheless, Emily was happy.