The other night Betro and I went out to see our friends in Wolf Prize. They were doing a show that coincided with member Amber Elliot’s art exhibit opening. The band was grand (as per usual) and Amber’s art is sublime. Not only did I enjoy the fine company of Betro, but we also got to visit with a few of our Rock Camp Volunteer buddies. And that’s always a good thing.
But I have to tell you – as enamored as I was with the music / art / company, I just couldn’t get over the crazy vegan fair offered at the venue/restaurant. Not only were they out of mineral water (how does that happen?), they also only had vegan beverages. Even their coffee was cold-brewed. (Is it cruel to the beans to use heat?) As we were there for quite a while, I really wanted something to drink. I finally settled on some vegan form of a cold cafe au lait. And y’all, it was absolutely horrible. And super-expensive. I placed it on the table in front of my seat and every time I forgot the flavor and reached for the glass to take a sip, my mouth was shocked. All night long, it never got any better. By the time the show had finished and Betro and I were ready to go, more than half of that god-awful drink was left behind.
The horrid memory of that night’s beverage reminds me of something our friend, Bob from Tring, often says (and I’m paraphrasing here): I love vegans. I just can’t eat a whole one.
Good Lord. No truer words…