When we first moved to Atlanta, we lived within walking distance to a very hip, happening place called Little 5 Points. In said hip area, was a small Thai restaurant that we ambled into one day hoping against hope that there might be some vegan offerings. There were! But they came with something extra…
NEAL: [opening the menu after being seated] Oh, they have tofu. That’s promising.
ME: Yeah, they have a lot of tofu options actually.
WAITRESS: [walking up to our table] You guys ready to order?
ME: I think so, but we have a couple of questions. Do you know if these dishes have eggs or fish/shrimp sauce in them? [points to menu items]
WAITRESS: [looks at the menu items I am pointing to] Ummmm, I dunno. Lemme check with the cook. Are you guys like vegetarian or something?
NEAL: Actually, we’re vegan.
WAITRESS: [starts nodding head up and down and eyes get all knowing] Oh, ok. Lemme see.
After a couple of minutes, she returns.
WAITRESS: Those dishes are fine. I made sure they didn’t have any animal stuff in it. [looks really pleased with herself]
NEAL: Wow! That’s great! Thank you so much for checking! [smiling and grateful]
ME: [nodding and smiling in gratitude]
WAITRESS: Yeah, well. I know how you vegans can be. [rolls eyes]
ME: Uh. [looking confused]
wait for it…
wait for it…
WAITRESS: You know!! All ANAL and stuff.
It was strange being insulted and yet nicely accommodated (food-wise) at the same time. We never ate there again. The food wasn’t that great. The business in that building has since changed like three times.
Expect more tales from the vegan army* in the future where I’ll share those oh-so special moments that we’ve experienced (either recently or way long ago like in this post) that only a vegan can relate to.
*The title of this blog post is inspired by a friend who described my blog as being about “that vegan army stuff”. Thanks guy. The resistance is here.