My Night as a Vegan

As I get older, I find that the more people I meet the more unique experiences I have. Sometimes, they’re experiences I never thought I’d even consider. Like last week when my roommate—who is vegan—convinced me to go to her favorite vegan restaurant: The Chicago Diner.

The diner, whose slogan in “Meat free since ’83,” serves all vegan meals off a menu that resembles that of a regular (non-vegan) restaurant.

We started off with an appetizer of Buffalo wings with vegan ranch dressing. The “wings” looked like boneless spare ribs, but the spicy sauce made them taste very much like Buffalo wings you’d get anywhere else. Minus the taste of chicken… I’m not that easy to fool.

For my entrée, I ordered the Radical Reuben… with dairy cheese (they have dairy or vegan cheeze… cheese is where I draw the line especially when given the option and the other is spelled with a ‘z’). My sandwich, served on marble rye, was made of corned beef seitan, grilled onions, peppers, sauerkraut and vegan Thousand Island dressing. I have no idea what seitan is, but it kind of looked like those homemade Steak ‘Em strips my mom used to make when we were kids (except it looked like the slices of meat before they were cooked). The sandwich was delicious and there were so many flavors that I probably never would have known it was vegan if I was served it out of this context.

For dessert, we split a vegan milkshake. It was awesome. It tasted the exact same as a regular milkshake (or frappe as we call them in New England). And you know me, when it comes to dessert, I need the real thing.

I left way too full and satisfied, two feelings I never would have ever previously associated with eating vegan. While I enjoyed this experience, it didn’t convince me to abandon hamburgers. Eating vegan seems very difficult and I love food too much to give any of it up. But I was glad for this new experience--and for my roommate who showed me a different side of life.