Hey, I know I can be a little bit cynical and negative about how people act when they find out someone’s vegging it, but I just wanted to mention a nice experience today where I felt like nobody thought it was any big deal, including me.
Brad and I had lunch at a sports bar today–a place called Bleachers on Hilltop Drive in Redding, California, to be exact–I subbed out the patty on my Heat burger with one of the veggie variety. I don’t imagine this happens much in that sort of establishment. In fact, I figure my “garden patty” had probably spent more than its share of time languishing somewhere in back of the walk-in, although it tasted great. Still, it’s pretty cool of them to have the option. Anyway, I casually asked for the swap (which is offered on the menu), the waiter smoothly acknowledged it, no questions, no problems. It was just one of many perfectly acceptable, non-second-glance-inducing menu choices. Sweet!
By the way, the Heat burger was deee-lish. It featured chipotle mayo, pepper jack, and what looked like deep-fried slices of jalapeno on it. Yum yum yum. Sometimes I like my food to hurt so good; anybody with me?