I have choices in where I go out to dinner.
I would not choose to go to a vegan-only restaurant.
Heck, I went to a vegan wedding reception (free “food”), and on the way home, we went to a restaurant and paid for regular food. Not that the “food” was bad, it just didn’t sate me. (It was also one of our favorite restaurants, and it was on the way home.)
“Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter-faction, the vegans, are a persistent irritant to any chef worth a damn.
To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, demi-glace, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living.
Vegetarians are the enemy of everything good and decent in the human spirit, an affront to all I stand for, the pure enjoyment of food. The body, these waterheads imagine, is a temple that should not be polluted by animal protein. It’s healthier, they insist, though every vegetarian waiter I’ve worked with is brought down by any rumor of a cold.
Oh, I’ll accomodate them, I’ll rummage around for something to feed them, for a ‘vegetarian plate’, if called on to do so. Fourteen dollars for a few slices of grilled eggplant and zucchini suits my food cost fine.”
Anthony Bourdain (RIP)
I’ve had some amazing vegan food in my day, but I expect an upscale place to use the philosophy above.
I don’t have the fine dining budget some of you fortunate folks do, but if cost weren’t an issue, I would be fine with experimenting with “artificial” protein sources. I think they have a way to go yet, but I am not at all opposed to them.