One thing that Europe does right is their train stations. Besides being within massive and ornate cathedrals, they are always wide open and airy, contain several flapping pigeons for effect, and are very easy to navigate. Like this here Amsterdam Centraal Station.
Why are they so beautiful? Perhaps because the rails are so much more popular a travel option than in the much larger United States. And so much cheaper. When I purchased my airfare to Paris, I knew my main destination would be Amsterdam. But a plane ticket there was three times the price than to Paris. So I bought a train ticket from Paris to Amsterdam for like 70 euro. Now I was back at the station for quick train ride to Schiphol Airport to pick up the Tulip Express, a bus, to Keukenhof, my bucket list item I came here to conquer.
I have been eyeballing Keukenhof for a few years now. In Lisse, Netherlands, it’s one of the world’s largest flower gardens… with over 7 million flower bulbs. The Spring garden is a huge tourist draw, complete with signage and a special bus route that only operates during the season. I stood in one of those lines you are content to be in, the kind full of people who would stand in line to see a bunch of tulips.
I had been to a tulip festival before many years ago in Washington state. The fields of rows of bloomed tulips left a vivid impression in my brain, even though I was a disgruntled youth at the time. I want to be clear to interested parties that Keukenhof is not that. I thought it was and perhaps do many others. It is neat and pretty displays of bulb varieties. It’s neat, landscaped and maintained. It has walkways that no doubtedly meet some kind of code. It is beautiful, as you will see, but it was the fields of unending tulips that I wanted to get in more. It took some determination and effort, as most worthy things do, but I found a way to get in them. In fact, I was the only one in those fields, as they are not part of Keukenhof’s admission and are guarded with signs marked “privaat.” Whatever that means, har har.
But first, the gardens.
A beautiful variety of daffodils. I love them too. They just seem like cute and happy beings to me. Although these ones seem more complicated.
Big, tall tulips, slightly shy.
These red tulips had almost a fluorescent hue.
Pretty teacup tulips. The kind Willy Wonka would drink from.
Eager for spring to stay. We’re just going to close ourselves till then. Leave us alone.
I call this Bad Wedding Bouquet.
Pink is not my favorite color by a million. But I’ll take a pink tulip any day.
What a mess of tulips this is! I wanted to jump in it, but…
These peony-type tulips are a nice break from the velvet smooth petals that seem to zip together like a change purse. So, don’t put your change in these kinds of tulips.
So there are the fields in the distance. I spied them from the windmill in the picture below this one–a tip from a Dutch Fairy Godmother who was working the side entrance. She took a liking to me, perhaps sensing my enthusiasm and American accent, and let me know when the side gate would open to allow me into the surrounding fields, suggesting I head up to the windmill to develop a strategy of where to hit.
When the side gate open, tulip farmers nodded me through like bouncers at a club. Eager and erratic, I started off without knowing where the heck I was going. I speed-walked through a farm, passing confused cows, and precariously weaved about man-made irrigation canals past equally confused ducks, to see all I wanted to see. Though some drove by and snapped pictures of the beautiful fields, no one entered them. I was all alone in these rows of tulips. It was heavenly. Here are the pictures as I frolicked through the fields.
Two hours later I emerged from the fields–windblown, rained upon, sniffling, elated and with hundreds of pictures.
From boarding the bus back to the airport to stepping off the train at Amsterdam Centraal, it was exactly one hour. On the way back to my room, I stopped at Mannekenpis for some of their “Best in Holland” fries. I found myself on another ‘good company’ line. this time, the kind full of people who would stand in line to eat fries. I was particularly passionate about this place because they offered a vegan mayonnaise to drown them in, as Vincent Vega reports on in Pulp Fiction.
This vegan mayonnaise is a fairly new development. And I was happy to be able to do as the Romans.
A bouquet of deep-fried potatoes after a day of flowers.
After a long day without much sustenance, I was happy to have made a reservation at Betty’s Vegetarisch Restuarant. A vegetarian Amsterdam institution, the small restaurant has been operated by Betty and her partner since 1988. They have no menu. They offer a three-course prix fixe. The no-menu thing is pleasing as it is always a difficult decision to choose one dish when your time is limited to one visit… maybe in a lifetime. For me, a meal while traveling is an opportunity not to squander and it is deliberated upon with great care. Sometimes that puts a bit of pressure on the decision. I was happy to have the experts decide on what to feed me. When it is all-vegan, I’ll take whatever you got.
Betty does the cooking, while her charming husband Lien hosts. Lien passionately explains each dish as he proudly sets them in front of you. This was the first course. The drawback of no menu is that I have no reference of dish components to cross check. I certainly cannot describe these dishes as Lien did. So here are my very basic descriptions to what were three very delicious, flavor-packed dishes with many many components. Left to right: a wonderful potato latke, two pan-fried Trumpet mushrooms, white asparagus with peas and tahini sauce, (my favorite) bean and mint spread which I cannot recall any other detail on other than its fresh, deliciousness, and a sunchoke hummus. Served with slice of airy, fresh bread.
The second course: So many components that I can’t recall! Ugh, I do not like that I cannot do these descriptions justice and that I cannot tag this post appropriately. A special roasted bitter squash, black is it color. A pilaf with saffron and golden raisin. An onion and pine nut chutney. And a lentil curry. The small piles reminded me of Ayurvedic eating with tastes tapping briefly into the 5 elements. Perhaps Lien mentioned that? It is hard to concentrate on what he is saying when these dishes are put in front of you.
Along with that plate was this other, with more delicious Indian-inspired piles: A creamy pepper curry that was my favorite, a bowl of another lentil curry served with a dollop of yogurt, and a delightfully dressed salad of various delicious green things you can probably make out from the picture. Both plates, along with the appetizers, was a lot of food. I did not expect to eat so much and kind of felt obligated to keep eating though I was very full. The intimate setting and service heightens this obligation. Also, between all of these plates there was a lot of protein. Though each was really yummy, a composed, complete and balanced meal might have been easier to eat… and serve.
And as if I wasn’t full enough, dessert! I chose a buttercream layer cake with a cashew-based buttercream to up the level of protein even more. The spiced cake was very good but I probably would have been satiated with the berry compote and cream alone. Betty, you really filled me up. If you plan to reserve with Betty, here are some tips: make a reservation and remember to confirm it; don’t eat anything all day; bring a date–it’s a romantic place with its dim lights, great wine, and sensually described courses; and finally, give the date at least three hours. The food is made fresh and Lien takes great care in his service. In the end, I had to run out without saying goodbye as my Uber driver was waiting. That sounds like some new fangled fairy tale. My Dutch Fairy Godmother turning a bitter squash into an Uber car and I race out in a rush.Overall, Betty’s is the kind of place a vegan food blogger can not pass up. It takes you out of the tourist hub of Amsterdam. A delightful dining experience I was happy to be a part of.
On my final morning in AmsterdamI headed to the all-vegan Dophert for breakfast. This bright and lovely eatery was the perfect final meal in Holland.
Having had the opportunity to sleep in finally, I was long overdue for coffee. This little bitty mug of Americano was not going to do much, but boy was it a dreamy two gulps.
My breakfast: They had a vegan croissant and they had a tofu scramble that came with toast. I subbed the toast for the croissant. It was so good. The light and airy croissant was so delicate, though not very buttery. The scramble was so full of flavor and the side of tangy, creamy mayo and balsamic-coated greens took the taste over the moon. Perfection.
I did not take a picture of the tiny piece of cake my sweet server gave me with my coffee. Its texture was so buoyant and light. I wound up buying a slice of this pound cake in a the lemon poppy seed flavor for the train ride back to Paris. They also had carrot cake and a peanut butter brownie cake. Well done all around, Dophert–whatever that means.
Random Amsterdam fact: Everyone rides a bike in Amsterdam. They are everywhere! Just look…
Rows and rows of them.
Goodbye, Amsterdam. I’m heading back to France.
Match #2 of the V.V. Burger Showdown Semi-Finals: A Fall From Grace.
Ok, I’m back in the burger battle again! We’re at the 2nd of the Semi-Finals of the V.V. New York City Burger Showdown! I know I said this before… But it’s been awhile: what’s great about this burger battle is that consistency counts. With repeated visits and, in this case, months passing, a burger’s true strength is revealed. And unlike other “best-of” lists compiled in one moment in time likely by someone with a relatively tiny portion of my vegan expertness, I know what makes a good burger.
I also know what makes a bad veggie burger. I’ve eaten them for years. I’ve tasted evolution bite by bite. So sometimes, in honoring that progress, I got to be the heavy. I have to “keep it real” like that woman on the Chappelle Show who had someone messing with her phone. It’s a role I can take on easily because I care about quality above all. In everything. In food, yes, but even more so in vegan food. I don’t sing the praises of something simply because it’s vegan. This here is not a rationalization I present when I’m about to rip something apart. Its pretty much my MO in all departments of life.
By Chloe’s Classic Burger:Here it is: By Chloe’s basic burger downright bombed this battle: a huge upset for a burger that had promise. The burger that knocked Superiority Burger out in the first round wouldn’t scratch it had this second burger been served. The patty was cold, dry (high school cafeteria dry), and lifelessly limp. I didn’t detect any flavor. The bun was pleasing until its end which was crunchy and sharp. The beet ketchup, which I loved on my first visit, was way too vinegary and its taste was off putting. And I swear, I wasn’t searching for criticisms. I entered into the battle with enthusiasm… And it lasted through the long line to get my food. I had food-fantasized about By Chloe’s burger since my first visit. I did foresee that burger beating all others.
So what happened? A chef’s food became a brand. A cute font, a beautiful face, a marketing niche, press and airtime all over the place, multiple opportunistic new locations and endeavors carefully chronicled by social media. It’s all hot and trending and appears exciting. But… being immune to vapid, millennial spectacle, the food is all I care about. The quality. I cherish it like the lost art it is. Though it saddens me to say, I am fearful that this is the end for the Classic Burger… that probably wasn’t made by Chloe.
A definite highlight: the loaded disco fries that are not on the menu: chorizo, onion, swirling cheesy sauces. These received many headturns. And I inhaled them.
Chickpea & Olive’s Phatty Beet Bacon (no Cheddar) Ranch:
I regard myself as an introvert. Crowds are psychically draining, especially crowds in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Every time I have had Chickpea & Olive‘s eats, I’ve been at Smorgasburg–hot, surrounded by caricatures. Those negative associations can kill a bit of the ambiance, but they are not factors if you visit the Lunchtime Under the Archway in DUMBO. For one, you’re under an Archway and out of the sun. Two, there are plenty of tables and, because it’s weekday lunch, the table turnover is swift. I stopped by to finish this semi-final battle off, ordering their well-loved phatty beet patty… with some eggplant bacon and some of their Ranch sauce, leaving off the Daiya cheddar which may be on the outs soon as they are experimenting with housemaking a cheese. Yay!
The burger is an enjoyable one. It’s a flavorful patty than is wet and messy in a good way. It’s got chew, not like those patties that feel more like dry mashed potatoes. The bun–top notch–which is super important. And as a vegan, I always appreciate a contrasting opaque, creamy sauce. But since the patty has so much moisture, the sauce just offers more wetness. It’s a bit of a lost opportunity. I wish the Ranch had more of a tangy punch. The eggplant bacon blends too much with the patty’s texture. These constructive criticisms are minor. But at this point in the battle, stakes are high!
The winner of the 2nd Semi-Final battle: Chickpea & Olive!
A clear winner has emerged from this battle: Chickpea & Olive’s phatty beet burger. Brooklyn advances to the Finals!! This may very well be Brooklyn’s for the taking, considering Cafe Ghia might be up against Toad Style in the semi-finals! We’re almost at the end now!
This battle is dedicated to Pickle Shack who would have kicked both By Chloe’s and Chickpea & Olive’s toasted buns. Rest in peace.
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The Sanctum has a fresh, vibrant vegan breakfast items that are the perfect start for a long day of sites. Any place with a mural like that is bound to deliver on plant-based goodies… equally important, kick-butt French press coffee equivalent to nine cups of hotel’s brown, hot water.
Normally I don’t buy into “wraps,” but this was all I wanted for breakfast in hand-held form. A spot on curried up tofu scramble, rosemary potatoes, roasted vegetables, fresh greens, tomato & red onion topped with cashew cream and wrapped in a whole wheat tortilla. Oh wait, I also wanted avocado… so I got some avocado toast, too. Avocado toast is really in its hey day right now.
Oh, I forgot. I added their well-loved tempeh. Because tempeh is my favorite soy form.
The 7-mile Blackpoint Wildlife Drive, part of the Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge, cuts through untouched marshes teeming with birds and other wildlife. My first encounter was this little alligator hanging out on the water’s edge.
Most of the other sitings were various slender-beaked beauties like this one, nibbling here and there for some sustenance.
The marsh has no trace of human life, besides the occasional placard and, of course, your automobile creeping along at 10 miles per hour.
Looking for food. I can relate…
This guy took off when I exited the car to photograph him… which made for an even better picture.
Then I saw a much larger alligator who was causing quite the stir among the other wildlife viewers.
My final alligator, a bit more shy than the others. What a wonderful way to spend the afternoon!
The Washington Nationals do there spring training on the Space Coast. Though I have always wanted to see a spring training game, the event lost its luster after 4 boring innings and not much action on The Mets side.
A quick lunch before heading back towards the Orlando airport… at Happy Healthy Human. With a name like that, how can you go wrong? They offer all-vegan raw food in an area with a dearth of vegan options.
I got the “Human Sandwich,” partially because I wanted to order something called “Human Sandwich.” Besides this, it was just what the doctor ordered: onion bread, nut cheese, taco meat, avocado, spiralized veggies,and a tangy hot sauce served with a side of baked kale. And a beets juice…
Raw food is deceptively filling. I saved half of this yummy sandwich for later in the evening.
Roadside attraction in Kissimmee.
Other ridiculousness outside of the Disney tourist catering Kissimmee.
Lastly, dinner at Toasted, a grilled cheese counter spot with two locations in Florida and an all-vegan menu with housemade cheese. That’s right. On the door it says, “Vegan Inside.” Yes!
Did I mention the vegan cheese topped truffle fries with rosemary. Absolutely heavenly. This place is fantastic and priced to please.
I got the Vegan Blackberry Melt with blackberry mash, that housemade vegan cheese, and arugula. Pinch me, for real. CP got Vegan 101 with cheese and tomato.
Ok, last thing I eat today. We certainly didn’t need to eat more but a bit of “when in Rome” struck when we learned you do not have to pay for Disney admission to join the slightly disturbing bustling throngs of people walking Disney Spring, Disney’s downtown. It is here that Erin McKenna of Babycakes fame has a bakery location. Yes, the all vegan and gluten-free bakery is in Orlando for some reason. The place was filled to the brim!
It is quite hectic to walk through Downtown Disney with American riff raff. So here is a map I wished I had brought along.
Robibero Family Vinyards in New Paltz, New York had its annual grape-stomping festival this weekend, the first weekend of autumn. It was the perfect excuse to run north for the day with CP. After managed expectations, I was delighted by the peaceful, bucolic property and the opportunity to check another item off my bucket list.
But I had to look the part first. Barefoot and waiting. The bushels of Concord grapes ready for squishing.
We were the second stomp, so new grapes had to be added.
It feels exactly like you think it would.
Such a beautiful, bright color!
A quick soak (and foot massage!) for vineyard personnel. Hmmmm.
When vegans are in New Paltz, they go to Lagusta’s Luscious. It’s just that simple. Her signature blue ought to be trademarked, like Tiffany.
At Lagusta’s, the creme de la creme of vegan sweet treats mingle together, BiFFers Lagusta’s chocolates & Sweet Maresa‘s macarons and baked yummies.
My box of chocolates, Sweet Maresa’s rose and cardamom cupcake, a chocolate macaron, some enormous ice cream caramel chocolate thing, and, in the bag, Miyoko cheese. Yet another vegan goddess enters the picture! Not to mention to two vegan babe customers.
And speaking of goddess, check out my chocolates, including the famous Furious Vulva. Also: Maple Pecan Caramel, Strawberry Balsamic Caramel, Eggplant Miso Truffle, Peanut butter cup, Thyme lemon seas lat caramel, Basil truffle with corn, and Rosemary sea salt carmel.
New World Home Cooking in Saugerties, New York has some great vegan options, most notably are the 5 types of seitan wings!
We also go the vegan poutine fries.
The wings were unreal–deliciously tender and succulent scratch made seitan with a yummy red BBQ sauce.
Our entree was a bit of mismash of underseasoned, sauce-less vegetables. Should have order a few more plates of wings.
One roadside attraction on the way back, the Poutine / Furious Vulva sculpture outside of Rockland County’s courthouse.
Nestled across the looming Smith-9th Street station, Kimchi Grill is an easy stagger from any democratically-elected happy hour haven proximal to my job in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn. And they have clearly labelled vegan options of their Korean-Mexican fusion. I sampled all three of their veganized tacos–Pomegranate and Roasted Veggies Taco: seasonal roasted vegetables (Korean squash, corn, spinach and spicy pickled pomegranete); Tofu Edamame Falafel Taco: Tofu, a dryish edamame and chickpea patty with kimchi-infused refried beans, cucumber kimchi, pickled daikon and pico de gallo; and the Kimchi Guac: red vegan kimchi infused guacamole with pico de gallo, cucumber kimchi and multi-grain rice topped with green onion. I managed to snap this pic with my unsteady hand before devouring all.
We also got kimchi fries, though not as enjoyable. The kimchi weighed down the fries, softening them to a mushy texture.
If you can stomach the blasting profane beats in the dark, dirty, cramped, tagged up teenage bedroom vibe, the vegan option at Taiwanese-Chinese fusion of BaoHaus, on 14th Street in Manhattan, hits all necessary taste notes. The Uncle Jesse Bao has house-seasoned crispy fried tofu, crushed peanuts, Taiwanese red sugar, cilantro, and Haus Sauce. Sweet, salty, and crunchy inside a soft, delicate, stark-white bun. Sublime. Every bite. Try their homemade soy milk, too…. if they have any left.
Coming up for air from the chaos of a new school year, I baked some “12 Men on the Field” cupcakes: rich chocolate cake (I used Chloe‘s celebration cake), vanilla buttercream filling, chocolate ganache-topped with a vegan royal icing football laces. 3 types of icings for every cupcake.
I’m not the greatest with the royal icing but… in the green Le Creuset, it kind of looks like footballs.
These were super-rich cupcakes, perfect treat after a long day of work.
I loved this picture because it captured the texture of all three icings.
And more on the sport tip, as the Mets bomb another season, it’s easy to get cheap tickets. We checked out the Ceaser’s Club, which has an indoor, air-conditioned lounge with a full car and cushioned seats, as well as “better” food options for omnis but meh for vegans, like a choose-your-own-adventure salad bar.
I chose traditional grub: vegan hot dog with tons of the fixins, Nathan’s fries, and a domestic beer. This is a baseball game after all.
Salads aid fridge turnover: arugula; roasted white turnip, golden beet & carrot; and watermelon salad
Chipotle’s “sofritas” in a way-too-overstuffed burrito with lime and cilantro brown rice and guacamole.
Heh, they said “vegan.”
Pre-party eats at Pickle Shack in Brooklyn: fried oyster mushrooms with cocktail sauce.
Cecelia’s “ricotta” sandwich: garlic sauteed chicories, roasted butternut squash, sage leaves, and pine nut cream.
French fries and ketchup.
Took a trip to Coney Island with some of my students.
French fries and ketchup at Nathan’s.
Kristall Palm Beach is one part water park, one part bath house. With temperatures passing the 100 degree mark, we spent the day in various forms of water.
This is the crystal pool, a light and clear pool. They also had a zinc pool and an amethyst pool, which was my favorite.
After many dips in the various pools, I enjoyed a Bananenweiser. A beer with banana! It was a delicious first.
And as contradictory as it seems, French Fries. Slim vegan options at Palm Beach.
Here I am in an amazing mineral bath bubbling around me.
Germany is a very green country. They use a lot of wind power. Here are some wind turbines standing guard on the autobahn.
Cigarette machines. Packs of cigarettes are 5 EU here, or currently $6.64.
There are special parking spots for ladies only in some German parking garages.
I really enjoy being on the road. I almost have a pang of disappointment when I arrive at a destination. Of course the excitement over what I may find at the destination (food, the feel of a new place, an odd roadside attraction, etc) trumps the pang. Because sometimes I uncover amazing places, places that align distinctly with my sensibilities–seemingly tailor-made for me and yet, until then, part of a vast unknown. Like in Little Rock, AR.
Finding places to eat vegan on the road is a nuanced art. I rely on internet research to create a kind of cost value analysis. Because for every place I stop for a meal, I can’t stop elsewhere. I have only one stomach to fill, of course. Added to that analysis is distance, location, and (the doozy) hours of operation… oh, and the massive scope of my eating preferences. All of these things are plugged into an algoritm in my head which tells me where to definitely stop and where to maybe stop.
The thing is, I often don’t have much to go on. Either the eatery’s website is limited or there are no other supplemental reports on the place (a service I like to feel I provide with my blog). So I’ll eat—and then the risk and reward system plays out. Results are cataloged and filed away, then, later, weighed into that cost value algorithm for next time.
I suppose it is kind of complicated when I deconstruct it but that’s not how it always is. Sometimes you just know a place will be a great spot. Though very organized and calculated, I appreciate, trust and adapt easily to this hunch-based decision making; it’s in my nature to dance on the poles.
Anyway, I just knew The Root would be a fabulous place to eat breakfast yesterday morning. And I was right.
If I didn’t just know, I definitely would have known upon arriving in their parking lot to see this adorable veggie mural! (That’s my chariot over there on the right by the shiitake.)
The decor of the place was shabby chic, which I love. After ordering, I took a mug from their collection of mugs, a napkin from their pile of cloth napkins, and chose the table with the best light, priority uno for my purposes. Luckily this table had the best light and full view of the entire eating area and all its little knick-knacks.
To eat, I order their Eggs Banh Mi, vegan-style with the tofu scramble substitute. But silly me snapped a shot that barely gives you a glimpse of the pickled daikon (you see the pickled carrot), jalapeno, fresh cilantro and squirts of hoisin and sriracha. You see the side salad, which I devoured like it was a decadent cake, audibly “mmm”ing. Fresh veggies on the road, especially in the Dirty South, are like treats.
I couldn’t leave town until I tried Loblolly Creamery‘s vegan ice cream. In fact, little did the kind gal running the show over there know when I began stalking the place at 10:57 a.m., this place was the only reason I was hanging around Little Rock for the morning hours. I had that feeling about this place, too. Loblolly is an old fashion-y soda fountain ice cream parlor attached to Green Corner, an eco-lifestyle store was functional crafts aligned to big ideals. So basically, inside that space is pretty darn special.
I’m going to jump right to my ice cream, which succeeded in blowing this discerning vegan away. I order a scoop of each of the day’s vegan coconut milk-based options: avocado and chocolate coconut. On top of those creamy, scrumptious ice creams I requested their strawberry sauce and dark chocolate drizzle, both housemade, and some sliced banana. It was decadent vegan deliciousness in a sustainable container.
This creamery is truly special. I have said “special” twice so far about these Little Rock offerings because I know what’s out there in the country. This blows big city options out of the water. They make everything in-house. I mentioned the sauces, but the waffle cones (vegan and gluten-free, by the way), the old fashioned soda syrups for the floats, the baked goods which are also accompaniments for their unique house-made ice cream flavors–right down to the preserved cherries! I kind of want to airlift this place back to New York.
From Little Rock, I had to head towards Memphis. I mean, I’ve never seen Graceland. To follow are a just a couple of the shots I took there. I took a whole bunch more but want to save them for my Elvis-inspired food post I want to do when I get home.
The iconic black leather suit. On a vegan blog.
Many themed restaurants littered the perimeter of Graceland’s gates.
This was my favorite room. Up on the television was his 1975 performance of Glory Glory Hallelujah. As the tour-goers filtered into this room I watched their light and meandering expressions transformed with the video, stopping them in their tracks and fixating the stares to the screen in awe. I know because it happened to me. It gave me such pleasure to watch it happen with the other folks, meshing this collective energy that gives magic to places like this. I liked Elvis a good deal before my visit to Graceland. When I left I was ready to pay top dollar for a 4′ black velvet Elvis painting. Souvenirs at the shop would have to do given airplane carry-on restrictions.
I had time for a quick dinner stop before hitting the road and getting myself into Alabama before too late in the evening. Since it was a Tuesday, the area’s all-vegan Imagine Vegan Cafe was closed unfortunately. I chose to RP Tracks, a community-minded eatery with “world famous” award-winning BBQ Tofu!
Y0u have award-winning BBQ tofu on your menu then that is what I’m going to get! And some steak fries. The tofu was divine. I could eat a sky-high pile of these delicious cubed and sauced delights. I ate this pile up real quick, only trying a bite or two with the bun, which I was suspicious of being non-vegan. I guess I could have asked but I just trusted my taste buds and left it on the plate with the slaw. Between the satisfying fries and tofu, the eatery gets an A+ for vegan options. Time to hit the road again! Next stop, Birmingham, Alabama!
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