
Every so often I like to opine on issues that I think come up often in vegan life that deal with a bit more than ingredients and other delicious stuff. In the past I’ve talked a bit about relationships, but today I would love it if I could ramble on a bit about eating (or not eating) out.
My mom’s birthday
Most years we are out on my grandmother’s farm, where my mom grew up, for her birthday. This year is no different. However, this is the first time I’ve been out here since I’ve been vegan.
Anyway, for my mom’s birthday I wanted to take her out to dinner, but seeing how the biggest town within an hour of here has a population of 8,000 and a very limited restaurant scene outside of the all-you-can-eat feed hole and the Sonic, I knew things would be pretty grim.
In the end we went to a place called Washington Street, which is the only thing in town near a “nice restaurant.” Last time I was there I got fettucine alfredo, so I assumed there would be some sort of pasta with marinara sauce, at the very least.
Boy, was I wrong! Looking at the menu, I was a little dumbfounded. In search of real food, I asked about the soup, but no luck there. In the end, I got a house salad with no cheese and no dressing. To say the least, I was pretty damn hungry.
So, what did I learn?
Well, for one thing, I learned that the places I’m used to eating, being not in the middle of “I eat my cow when it’s still mooing” territory, have more vegan options that most places. In fact, the people around my area are likely to know what a vegan person is.
You don’t always have that kind of luck, though. So what then? Well, I guess you can’t go into every situation expecting too much. And even then, there will probably be something to eat. I ended up having a big salad. I got about zero nutrition out of that wad of lettuce (it wasn’t a very creative salad), but it wasn’t deep-friend and beer-battered, so it probably didn’t kill me when I had a snack later.
Even though it would be nice to not go around explaining ourselves all the time and trying to have vegan stuff whipped for us at places that’ve never heard the word, we’re not quite there yet.
Photo: flickr by rexipe
