Miami Vegan Blog

Stupid Outback Commercial - Semi Veg. Funny but still stupid ... =)

Ok, this post if for my sister Sherri who told me she reads my blog now. Yippee!!

Well, on Father's Day my sister decides we are all going to Outback Steakhouse AGAIN! Remember last year I told you how ridiculous my experience was there. She must not have been reading it then.

Anyway, everyone was late as usual. That worked for me because I ordered and ate all my food before they showed up. Then, as they ate I sat outside and talked on my cell phone. Hey, it's the only thing I can do to protest.

I had sauteed mushrooms, a plain baked potato and a salad. It wasn't bad actually.

Then yesterday, my mom said she wanted to take me to lunch. She asked if I wanted to go to a vegan restaurant. I hadn't seen her in a while so I let her decide. Where does she want to go, Houston's. A hard thud echoed from my empty belly to my throat. What is wrong with my family? Don't they know that eating at establishments that roast and fry carcass is against my religion. Whatever, they have a nice homemade veggie burger and she was nice enough to offer.

We trek on over to Houston's in North Miami Beach. Beautiful restaurant. Artichoke fashioned chandeliers. Pretty. Pretty empty. That place is usually jumping. We waited for five minutes and then they called us for our table. Everything was good until the food came.

My mom ordered salmon and little bread thingys and Mexican soup w/avocado, tomatoes and chicken or fish, I didn't ask. I ordered their Black Bean Burger with no fries, but instead a salad. Three people served us that day. The drink taker, the order taker and the food bringer. The order taker heard me so NO FRIES. The reason I don't want fries on the plate is because I WILL eat them. I'm so thin that if I eat that stuff I will see it in my midsection in the morning. There is no room for these kind of slip ups. Well, the food bringer brought the fries. I told the order taker that I don't want any cheese or butter. Newsflash! That probably means I don't want any mayo slathered all over my bun either right. It was covered in onions, which I don't do onions. Especially not giant fresh diced ones. P-U!

So, the food bringer apologized and brought my salad. I asked for vinaigrette, which is usually safe. The order taker apologizes for the food bringer bringing the fries but left them on the table. Then after taking a few bites of my salad I detected some bad energy. "What's in this salad dressing?" Um ... citrus, olive oil. "And? Is there any egg in here?" I don't think so let me check. Aren't the servers supposed to know every ingredient before they are hired? The order taker scurries back and says yes there is egg yoke in it and milk. GROSS!! So yeah, I ate a few of their skinny, crispy fries and my tummy is not happy.

You have no idea what it's like to eat out as a vegan. You have to be friggin Sherlock Holmes.

The Bean Burger was more than enough for me open-faced. I've worked in restaurants for 7 years so I know what goes down. Unfortunately, everyone has to make a living, and as you are putting your key in the ignition, the drink taker, the order taker and the food bringer are taking your tips, wiping your table and setting up for the next person. They don't care if you enjoyed your meal. They just want to clock out already.

What would the world be like if all the steakhouse disappeared? The vegan girl can dream ...

~inga~