Due to the wild success of my hubby’s first guest post, The Hubby’s Tale, he decided to write another one. I hope you’ll give him as much love for this one as you did for the last one (this will make him happy and he might not notice how much money I’ve been spending lately!). So without further ado, here’s my hubby’s second post.
How Not to Pick a Restaurant
As readers of this blog know, Celeste and I recently went on a trip to the Pacific Northwest. We were joined by her parents for the Canadian portion of the trip, which included the beautiful cities of Victoria and Vancouver. We were excited to visit these two cities because we heard they are vegan-friendly. And Celeste managed to convince her parents to eat vegan with us so we were pumped for some fine vegan dining!
I was volunteered to be the official restaurant-picker. I was fine with this because Yelp makes it so easy to find great restaurants in cities you’ve never been to before. I selected several establishments I assumed would make everyone happy.
The first place was a bistro in downtown Victoria. I loved what I had, Celeste thought it was mediocre and her parents hated it. Oh well. Once in a while Yelp doesn’t come through, but the next restaurant was sure to be a hit.
The next night I chose a Chinese place in Victoria’s Chinatown. I loved what I had, Celeste thought it was mediocre and her parents hated it. Strike two! I was disappointed, but there’s no way Yelp would let me strike out.
The final night I chose an Ethiopian place that got glowing reviews. I should have known it was not going to be my night, however; when we got stuck in horrendous traffic, as Celeste mentioned in Do Canadians Ever Honk. Despite the pleas of my passengers to turn around, I was determined to get to this restaurant and show my in-laws just how tasty eating vegan can be.
Well, fifty minutes into what should have been a 15-minute trip, we pulled up to a dive restaurant in a sketchy section of Vancouver. It was rundown, grimy and the only person in the place was the toothless owner. The food was okay, but on the drive back to the hotel I had to listen to talk about whether we were all going to be suffering from food poisoning tomorrow. Strike three looking!
The lesson here, girls and boys, is if you find yourself in a new city traveling with non-vegans; let someone else pick the restaurants! And lest you think we didn’t like any of the vegan-friendly eateries in Victoria and Vancouver, Celeste and I dined at some really good lunch places. I’ll let her tell you about those.
Cartoon courtesy of Cartoon a Day.