Fast food at its finest

So, recently I became a vegan. Yes you have every right to recoil slightly in your seats, for I am a vegan of the worst kind; I’m Rebecca Jackson and I’m a preacher.

It wasn’t a gradual process, I didn’t begin to slowly cut out red meat, and then poultry- I was all in. I didn’t mean to become a nutrition fanatic; I watched a documentary on Netflix without reading the blurb bit beforehand and then there was no going back. Sometimes I wish I had of known so I could of had some sort of last supper, but probably better this way.

Naturally, San Francisco has provided more choices then I could have possibly imagined; at home veganism feels like a counter culture that no one has really explored yet but here there are active communities trying to educate society about the environmental costs of consuming animal products. It is so refreshing to see that people care, and people are exposing the urgency for a change in our eating habits. Dining  out has never been easier;  I was delighted to discover most restaurants offered vegan options, Loving Hut on 6th and Irving especially takes the biscuit.

I went to Loving Hut to satisfy my ever-permanent Pad Thai craving and left after eating a three course meal plus extra vegan chocolate cake; the great menu was a weakness. I’m normally not a meat-substitute kind of girl but the orange sesame ‘chicken’ skewers were spookily realistic, I would not have known the difference. Everything was incredible, apart from perhaps the photos of vegetarian celebrities staring down at you (they did it so it must be right!)

So go eat some cheap fabulous cuisine; it’s right by the Botanical gardens so you can combine food with flowers.

 

'chicken' skewers

thinking deeply about veganism

thinking deeply about veganism

Rebecca Jackson
rjackson392@hotmail.co.uk
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