Travel around and eat out enough as a hungry vegan, and you’ll stop feeling awkward about asking questions at restaurants. If you’re shy, you’re likely to get over that quick when you need to know whether there’s dead animal in a local diner’s Veggie Happy Cowboy Sandwich.
Last week Tommy Bean was in town, and because he is one of my most treasured road trippin’ companions, I was insistent that we haul our vegan booties to Clarksville, MD for a tasty meal at Great Sage. Though I’d been to the hidden treasure a few times before, it’s about an hour away from D.C. and it feels like an Event every time. The whole thing screamed mini-road trip.
By the time we made it through the hazardous conditions, we were kind of famished.
But it was 3 pm. which meant it was happy hour. Score.
And lite fare. I do not do lite.
Especially when it’s spelled “lite.” No biggie. We just readjusted our thirst and our eating. Things didn’t get Dark’n'Stormy like this drink:
And I didn’t get fresh with the sweet waitress, but this ginger mojito was minty fresh and not too sweet.
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