Lazy Chefs
It is continually discouraging when I go out to dinner with my husband to try to find a decent vegetarian meal, unless we go Italian, Mexican, or Chinese. If it's only us going, we can do that; but last September, my brother-in-law organized a dinner for my sister's 50th birthday, and he was told that "vegetarian meals" were available. Well, what passed for a vegetarian meal was pretty sloppy. I do eat fish, so I was fine; but my husband eats no fish, and he ordered the vegetarian dinner. It was a few soggy vegetables and some potatoes. They didn't even bring him any bread until he asked for it. And this was supposed to be a "fine-dining" restaurant. They probably charged my BIL an outrageous price for this "meal."
My daughter is getting married next October, and the place they chose for the reception actually has some appetizing-sounding vegetarian choices listed. However, the rehearsal dinner, which is being organized by the groom's parents, has exactly one "choice:" fettuccine alfredo with vegetables. My husband does not eat cream sauces of any kind, so this place is going to be quite a challenge. Both events are near the Poconos (I live in Pennsylvania), and the place we are going for the rehearsal dinner is right smack in the middle of deer hunting country, and they look upon all vegetarians with great suspicion.
|