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August 20, 2004
PETA Hates Me
I can understand the rationale for vegetarianism. I really can. Animals have feelings...corporate industrialized slaughter...pigs are smarter than humans...blah blah blah. I can buy any anti-meat argument you give me.
But not today, boy.
First was lunch with my housemate Rachel in Chinatown. I don't remember where it was; I don't completely remember how to get there. I just know it was on the second floor of some nondescript building, and they made a fantastic roast-duck-on-rice for like 5 bucks. Mmmm...duck.
Dinner was at the Midwest Grill near Inman Square. It starts out as a buffet -- salads and some meat options -- then takes off. Once you sit back down with your plate, waiters keep coming at you with giant skewers of just about any cooked flesh you can imagine. Mmmm...pork and beef and chicken and kielbasa. Even my friend Liz Steffey, who has voluntarily eaten both cow-tongue and haggis, was impressed.
Remember when the Simpsons went to the Renaissance Fair and Lisa saw the vision of her future husband? And Homer came bounding out of the tent, telling Lisa, "I've eaten eight different meats! I'm a real Renaissance Man!"? Yeah. Mmmmm.
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