6 June 2012
1400 hours: The suitcases are packed, the car is loaded, sufficient snacks have been purchased, we are officially on the road.
My family has never been one for road trips. Flying is more our style. I think it comes from the fact that as a child, my dad’s family would drive from Texas to Oregon in the summer. Being the youngest he was forced to sit in the middle in the back seat, between his two sisters, without air conditioning, while his dad smoked in the driver’s seat. Fortunately for everyone, technology has come a long way and so we are cocooned in a cushion of cold air, sans cigarette smoke, as we breeze down the highway.
This trip has been a long time coming. As you may remember, my family visited Boise over spring break. Now we’re finally moving there to stay. Well, my family is; I guess I will be a temporary resident since I still have to go back to school and get a really expensive piece of paper called a degree. After that, who knows. I could become a permanent resident of Boise if the economy tanks again and I can’t get a job and have to live out my days in my parent’s basement. I can see it now, me making cupcakes to drown my sorrows and watching BBC America ad nauseum. That doesn’t sound so bad to me, but it’s a harder sell for my parents.
Anyway, now that I am sufficiently recovered from the end of days– aka, the end of the school year– my blog posts shall resume, hopefully with more frequency and greater eloquence as a result of another year of liberal arts education. As we drive I shall attempt to record our various adventures.
My mom has meticulously planned the trip, going to great lengths, with the help of happycow.net, to find veg-friendly places for us to eat at along the way. The goal is to not get scurvy from just eating Cliff bars. We are also traveling with our dog, Ianto, and as she likes to remind me, it sure is a lot easier to find a dog-friendly restaurant than a vegan-friendly restaurant in Texas.
So, for you cat people out there, I’m sorry, I ‘ll only be covering the eateries where canines are welcome. You’ll have to look elsewhere for a recommendation on where to take your cat out to dinner.
Nutritional yeast in hand, I feel confident that I will survive this adventure!
2200 hours: I have already been thwarted.
We broke our journey in Fort Worth, Texas, where we stayed with my Aunt and Uncle– lovely people, but not vegan or vegetarian by any means. We went to dinner at Tres Joses, a Mexican place.
It seems to be a belief of people in Texas that you can’t find good Mexican food out-of-state. I feel like even some people would claim that Tex-Mex is better than real Mexican food, like, from Mexico, simply out of state-pride and an aversion to foreign food. My family isn’t like this, we just enjoy Tex-Mex, and feel that as we move North, it is probable that the Mexican food will decrease in “Mexicosity”, and therefore we need to eat as much as we can before we cross the border. Tres Joses filled this need for my family, managing to balance just the right amount of Tex to Mex– by which I mean that the restaurant was owned and operated by Mexicans, but full of Americans munching on their never-ending bowls of tortilla chips.
Despite it’s promising appearance, the restaurant’s actual menu proved to be a disappointment. I ordered the Taco Salad, specifying no meat, no cheese, no sour cream. When the actual dish arrived, my hopes rose again. I mean, who wouldn’t be tempted by something that’s basically wearing a crown?
However, like the restaurant itself, my salad, while fun looking, was actually incredibly disappointing. I nibble on the tortilla part… most definitely made with butter, okay, too bad, so I started in on the salad. Avocados, check, lettuce, check, bacon, what? After munching on a few bites I noticed some bits of brown unidentifiable stuff clustered near the bottom of the salad. On further inspection I determined that the bits were actually miniscule pieces of bacon. It was as if they had tried to hide it at the bottom of the salad, and the pieces were so small that they would have added no taste at all to the overall salad if I had actually eaten them. A blind person probably wouldn’t have been able to identify that there were pieces of bacon in the salad had they eaten it. What’s the point of that?!? I asked myself. Why add something that’s not going to contribute to the meal at all? Especially something that could have been at least one vegetarian option on your menu? And I had asked for no meat. Grrrrr. If I had been hungry I would have made a fuss. But, surprisingly, sitting in a car all day doesn’t burn a lot of calories, so I wasn’t hungry enough to cause a ruckus. I ate my avocado and called it good, shifting around the salad so that it looked like I had eaten some of it, while surreptitiously stealing some of my brother’s rice.
Going to bed now, hopefully the Vegan Police don’t come in and arrest me.