Early yesterday afternoon, while on a trip to Virginia to celebrate my grandmother’s 90th birthday, my father suggested to my grandmother and I that he take us go see my sisters new apartment and then we could all go to lunch together. I hadn’t seen my sister in two years and free lunch was involved; that’s the type of win-win situation that is easy to agree to. So, we headed off to see my sister. Little did I know that I was going to be stretched to the breaking point of putting my best foot forward.
After the tour of her apartment, my sister suggested we go across the street to “True Food”, one of her favorite restaurants. As we walked to the restaurant, my sister began telling us about why “True Food” was one of her favorite places to eat. “It is all organic, gluten free, non GMO food, and half the menu is vegan.’
This situation was pushing me to the limit of my ability to put my best foot forward. That being said, I continued to put my best foot forward and I bit my tongue until it almost bled to avoid shouting, “Oh HELL NO!” We all go through of period of finding ourselves in college and my visit just happened to coincide with my sisters all organic vegan phase. Being the outstanding older brother that I am, I proceeded into the restaurant for my first all organic, gluten free, non GMO food experience.
As I walked in I felt like the all organic vegetarians and vegans could sense that an outsider had entered their establishment.
Could they sense that I had eaten a rack of ribs the night before? I kept expecting the vegan police from Scott Pilgrim Versus The World to run out from the back of the establishment at any second to escort me back to the street where the meat eaters belonged. “FREEZE MEAT EATER! WE DON’T SERVE YOUR KIND HERE!”
To their credit the regular patrons of “True Food” welcomed my toxin filled food eating self into their world with open arms. I opened the menu to order and was immediately faced with one of the most difficult ordering experiences I have ever had. I had tried a few green smoothies before, so I ordered a Kale green smoothie to start.
I continued to scan the menu as I sipped my overtly healthy beverage and was stopped dead in my tracks when I saw what this restaurant had listed as ‘pizza’ on their menu. Let the record show that none of the ‘pizzas’ below should be categorized as pizza! If there is one thing I am an unquestionable expert on it is pizza. Braised artichoke pizza? Mushroom and asparagus pizza?! Outrageous! Out of respect for my sister, I refrained from asking for the chef to come to my table so I could educate them on the proper ingredients to make a delectable pizza. For the record, if you are looking for pizza that will change your life and make you a better person, please visit Tony’s pizza in the North Beach neighborhood in San Francisco.
Once I recovered from the shock of seeing what passed as pizza in this establishment, I proceeded to order what I felt was the most harmless item on the menu; a breakfast burrito with organic eggs, anasazi beans, and salsa. Then the suspense grew as our group of four waited for our food. Three out of the four of us were excited, I have to admit I was nervous.
The final verdict???
Did this experience leave me considering making a move to become vegetarian or vegan? No. However, I did walk away with a very full stomach from a fairly moderate amount of food. Since I am trying to lose weight, I will do my best to remember how much more satiated I was after a 100% organic meal versus a meal comprised of a hefty portion of empty or chemically altered calories.
How many of you out there are vegetarian or vegan? Are you able to maintain an adequate amount of energy without meat?