sick, sad world.
I just found out the most awful thing in the world tonight.
Ok, like, there's this restaurant we have in the Carolina's (I don't know if you guys have it elsewhere or not) called Hops. It's mostly known for it's specialty beers and burgers. This is of little consequence to me, however, seeing as how I don't drink beer, and I've been a vegetarian since I was seven. My family likes it a lot, though, so we end up eating there at least one or twice per couple of months. Anyway, to cut a long story short, having eaten there a regular basis, I eventually came to like a dish composed of nacho's with black beans and rice. Purely vegetarian, right? Now, you vegetarians will recognize the following conversation as it always follows any menu with black beans.
Me: Miss, do ya'lls black beans have any meat in them? Like do you use meat to flavor them or anything like that?
Waitress: I don't think so, but I'll go check with the kitchen.
Me: Ok.
*She goes and returns.*
Waitress: They don't.
Me: Are you sure?
Waitress: Yes.
So for a few years now I've periodically repeated this interogation, just to be on the safe side. Each time, I've been reassured that my meal would contain no product or by-product of a dead animal, and each time I've ordered the beans as a side dish.
Tonight, I have the following conversation with our waitress.
Me: I'll have the nacho's plain, with a side of black beans and rice.
Waitress: Honey, are you a vegetarian?
Me: Yeah.
Waitress: Our black beans are made with bacon grease.
Me: o___o
Waitress: I'm a vegetarian too, and I was shocked to find that out.
Me: But, but...are you...so many times I've been told...
Waitress: I'm really sorry, sweetie.
The manager came out and applogized for my prolonged deception, and gave us free deserts, but I still feel sick and dirty. I don't want any sort of corpse rotting in my stomach. Eating something that was once filled with a soul feels just...unspeakably horrible to me. Vile, primitive, disgusting, etc. The grease is just as bad. What a horrible thing to find out, but at least I won't order the beans ever again.
...
Other than that, today was pretty uneventful. I won for having the best satire in English class, and the prize was a copy of Oscar Wilde quotes. I like Oscar Wilde a great deal, so that made me happy.
Ok, like, there's this restaurant we have in the Carolina's (I don't know if you guys have it elsewhere or not) called Hops. It's mostly known for it's specialty beers and burgers. This is of little consequence to me, however, seeing as how I don't drink beer, and I've been a vegetarian since I was seven. My family likes it a lot, though, so we end up eating there at least one or twice per couple of months. Anyway, to cut a long story short, having eaten there a regular basis, I eventually came to like a dish composed of nacho's with black beans and rice. Purely vegetarian, right? Now, you vegetarians will recognize the following conversation as it always follows any menu with black beans.
Me: Miss, do ya'lls black beans have any meat in them? Like do you use meat to flavor them or anything like that?
Waitress: I don't think so, but I'll go check with the kitchen.
Me: Ok.
*She goes and returns.*
Waitress: They don't.
Me: Are you sure?
Waitress: Yes.
So for a few years now I've periodically repeated this interogation, just to be on the safe side. Each time, I've been reassured that my meal would contain no product or by-product of a dead animal, and each time I've ordered the beans as a side dish.
Tonight, I have the following conversation with our waitress.
Me: I'll have the nacho's plain, with a side of black beans and rice.
Waitress: Honey, are you a vegetarian?
Me: Yeah.
Waitress: Our black beans are made with bacon grease.
Me: o___o
Waitress: I'm a vegetarian too, and I was shocked to find that out.
Me: But, but...are you...so many times I've been told...
Waitress: I'm really sorry, sweetie.
The manager came out and applogized for my prolonged deception, and gave us free deserts, but I still feel sick and dirty. I don't want any sort of corpse rotting in my stomach. Eating something that was once filled with a soul feels just...unspeakably horrible to me. Vile, primitive, disgusting, etc. The grease is just as bad. What a horrible thing to find out, but at least I won't order the beans ever again.
...
Other than that, today was pretty uneventful. I won for having the best satire in English class, and the prize was a copy of Oscar Wilde quotes. I like Oscar Wilde a great deal, so that made me happy.