1842 East Winter Park Road, Orlando, FL 32803
OK, so much for the public service announcements. Oh, and don't smoke. Oh, and don't do drugs and other bad stuff. Oh, and of course, don't eat animals. Right, right.
So it's the first day I'm flying with a new pilot, who as most are, is a carnivore. He seems to be open to trying new things but I am a kind and magnanimous sort where other's food
The place is nothing short of eclectic and reminds me of a place I used to frequent in New Haven called Ron's Place. I have no idea why I used to go there except it was where the
So this place is like a video library from the late 1800's. I know but if they did this is what it might look like. Just shelves of stuff, didn't seem to be in any kind of order or categories, (pre Dewey and his system). I'm sure there was but I didn't see it. There was a smaller room off to one side where someone was
It did stop after a short while and that was it for the entertainment at least while we were there.
You order at the small counter and then go sit with a number on a stick to wait for your food. It took me a while longer to order because of this amazing beer cooler. I gave barnivore.com a workout, that's for sure. And the first few I looked up had really nice looking bottle designs but weren't vegan so not to create a riot in the line behind me I just went with the Peak Organic.
|Beautiful looking Hummus, veggie, and Pita Plate.|
|Colorful food seems to be the order of the |
Now here's the funny, (ha, ha), thing. The guy I'm with, bear in mind it's his first time eating with me on the road, first trip, first exposure to my picky and strange eating requirements, orders a chicken quesadilla. Not really out of the park strange, especially since this ISN'T a vegan restaurant. Now I didn't actually hear this and can't testify to it in a court of law. When the server put my plate down he said something like, "Here's your burrito with no dairy, no meat, no chicken, and no cheese." Then he put down the other plate, said something and left. My buddy looks at me and asks, "Did he just call me a murderer?" I'm like, stymied at this very moment in time. I really don't know what to say so all that comes out is, "Nah, I didn't hear that. Did he?""Well, yeah I think he did.""I didn't hear that. I know he said something.""Yup, I think he just called me a murderer."
Now we went on to discuss all sorts of sophomoric stupidity like whether there might have been a hocked lugi on the quesadilla or maybe just some wayward spit. Listen. Regardless of your personal feelings about people and their food choices, if this was in fact said, it might have ruined any inroads I might have made about changing ONE individuals food choices SOME of the time. Of forever. It was pretty thoughtless. It didn't make him feel any more welcome in a place I chose because I'm a vegan. I mean, you really don't know if this guy was on the verge of a mindful breakthrough about his food or a day away from going vegan. It's a pretty crappy assumption that it is your place to chastise someone who orders meat in your OMNIVORE restaurant. It's your job to assist, serve, shut up and leave. Of course, if you didn't actually say this just disregard this rant paragraph and, if you'd be so kind, make an appointment for me at the nearest otologist.
Now, also to be fair, my buddy said the food, "... tore him up." I didn't get into specific details, and I felt just fine. So I'd consider going back but I'm pretty pretty sure he'll take a pass