Every couple of months we go out for a vegetarian dinner. It’s a semi-regular outing not unlike an annual visit to the doctor or dentist in that it’s not something you look forward to but you do just the same because it’s supposedly good for you – and occasionally ends with an unpleasant surprise.
Well, to make things even more interesting this time out, I suggested we do a variation of Secret Santa. To those not-in-the-know, Secret Santa involves participants picking a name at random and then purchasing a gift for the individual they have chosen. Replace “purchasing a gift” with “ordering dinner” and you have our version of Secret Santa which I like to call Secret Vegetarian Santa even though there’s nothing secretive about it.
So this is how it went down…
At day’s end, we gather. Carl, aka The Don Ho of the writers’ room, is feeling extra casual. And vegeteriany.
Lawren puts our names into a container. Ashleigh chooses first and picks – her ownname! She tries again and – picks her own name again! Finally, Carl has to instruct Lawren NOT to put Ashleigh’s name back into the container until AFTER she has chosen.
The strategy pays off. Ashleigh chooses – Lawren!
Lawren’s turn now. “Hold it higher!”I instructed. “Higher!” It works better that way. Lawren chooses – me! I congratulate him and then, on a wholly unrelated note, mention I may require him to do a lot of photocopying in the very near future.
My turn! Look at the look of frenzied delight in my eyes. Check out the utter horror Carl displays at the prospect of my picking his name. The result?
Happy days are here again!
I’ll be doing the honors for C Binder.
We met at Foundation, one of the city’s more popular vegetarian haunts. By the time I got there, my dining companions were already chowing down on the biggest nacho platter I’d ever seen. I accused them of trying to fill up before our mains. They insisted (a.k.a. lied) the nachos were complimentary.
When the smoke cleared, we were ready for our mains.
I chose Carl’s meal. Well aware of his love of burgers, I decided to go with the tofu burger and, given the option, also added the fake bacon (fakin’?). While he wasn’t a fan of the tofu, he didn’t mind the fakin’ which did, in fact, imbue the burger with a smokey bacon flavor.
Carl chose for Ashleigh – some sort of pesto dish she didn’t seem to mind. Of course, keep in mind, she IS a vegetarian so I’m sure she’d even consider balsa wood shavings and caramel sauce a culinary delight.
Lawren chose for me and, while he did try hard to unimpress, he didn’t try hard enough. Made up of steamed vegetables and rice in a curry sauce, it was wholly inoffensive
I was disappointed our meals weren’t more disappointed. All in all, not a terrible experience – with the exception of Lawren’s main. In the veggie resto scheme of things, better than the place with the cheesecake that (to quote Carl) “tasted like feet” AND the warehouse place that burned our eyes, but not quite as good as the place with the awesome banana-nut-date pie.
Next week, we go out for colonics and chemical peels!