A few weeks ago I visited Oxford to see my little sister, who is much more fashionable and photogenic than me:
When I arrived in Oxford I was 100% starving. We tried to go to a fancy county pub called The Perch, which looked good but through a bizaare interaction with the staff we found out it was booked full.
Instead, little sister took me to The Gardener's Arms, a fully vegetarian pub in the Jericho area of Oxford. Because I am sometimes fancy I love the Jericho neighborhood: tiny cute shops, tasty restaurants and adorable houses!
The menu was a typical pub menu - burgers, flat breads, calzones, a few salads...
I ordered the (veggie) burger with mango chutney. The good point was that this veggie burger tasted almost as good as a very average meat burger. Nice chutney and good toppings, the burger did taste "meaty". But this is where my philosophy on vegetarianism shows through: vegetables are delicious and shouldn't be made to taste like meat. There are a million delicious vegetarian foods, and the idea of creating a meat-substitute instead of embracing what is good about non-meat is counterintuitive to me.
Once you get over the novelty of being in a pub eating what kind of tastes like a burger but actually isn't a burger there's not much to say for the meal - I was full, it was good, and instead of thinking "wow that was delicious" I thought "wow, that didn't really taste vegetarian"
Hi there! I'm little sister (and Rachel's editor). I like food.
Growing up, I ate meat fairly regularly. It was rarely the main component of a meal, but we often had spaghetti with ground beef (or turkey), hamburgers, hot dogs, and dishes with chicken. Two years ago (one year into my liberal arts education) I sat in bed on an evening in May and thought to myself "I should probably be a vegetarian." Since then, I've been a pretty strict vegetarian, and I've found that I haven't had to make too many adjustments to my lifestyle. [Side note - the morning after that fateful night in May, I remembered the existence of bacon, or as I like to call it, nature's candy. That was a difficult time for me.]
A good example of how my life hasn't really changed that much since I went veg is this lovely picture of me gorging myself:
|Unfortunately I don't think they sell this stuff in the UK... Y'all are missing out!|
That's little sister! And that was the Gardener's arms. And that was Oxford! Little sister has since moved back to America, but it was nice to have her over on this British island with me and I will hopefully soon go visit her in Chicago instead!
8 North Parade Ave
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