This late post is 80% due to the lovelies who have been visiting me on their spring break this week and 20% due to my choice to read instead of blog. As usual, I’ve been throwing down my spending money on veg food (I’ve sadly lost my taste for material objects like clothing and subsequently, good taste) and as usual, forgetting to bring my camera half the time. That means that delicious Whole Foods salads and vegan donuts and a heinous rancid Laotian tofu noodle soup will go undocumented. I think we will survive, as Whole Paycheck is always a safe bet and I don’t like writing bad reviews. Just remember never to go to “Vientiane Cafe” if you are ever in the ghettos of Oakland. After being harassed by pedestrian video hos and drunk drivers in that neighborhood, I didn’t need to be further abused by a bad meal.
Actually I like the ghetto areas I just hate ghetto food.
Which brings me to the perfect segue – as Jay-Z puts it in this amazing song I heard three times in the car today
Back on my home turf in San Diego, I had one plan only, which was Evolution formerly known as Nature’s Express also known as my favorite restaurant to get all forms of vegan food – raw, salad bar, hot bar, fast food, baked goods, you name it. With the change in ownership the place has gone through quite a few other changes, namely in the pricing. The small plates for the salad bar which originally cost under 4 were now 7. My friends also said that the food wasn’t as tasty, but I can’t speak from experience. The bad food, in addition to an awkward relationship with one of the chefs, is reason enough for these omnivores to avoid the place from now on. But I enjoyed my visit a lot!
Still, I owe it to Evolution to base my reviews on the food I ate.