My journey going 100% vegan for 6 months. November 1, 2009 - May 1, 2010 (And my new life now)
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Starting a Weak Week
Why is it that when it comes to feeding a large group of people - over one hundred - the food is generally poor tasting?
Today was an advertising industry luncheon event - the kind I have been too many many times over the years. No matter the event it is always either at the Hyatt on 42nd Street or the Hilton on 6th Avenue. Both hotels have scores of conference rooms for events in the thousands, or less than one hundred. Another thing that they have in common -- every luncheon serves rubber chicken.
Today's event had a chicken and a salmon filet - both looked horrendous, and my colleagues confirmed my suspicions - why break with tradition and serve something edible? No matter, I don't swim in those waters anyway. I grabbed a waiter and asked for a vegetable platter which they accommodated. Peppers, asparagus, lettuce, tomatoes all in oil. Not great. But, I don't expect lunch at those events; I choose to eat before or after. And for lunch I grabbed a salad and edamame, but cut back on the miso!
Dinner was at a fabulous tiny old ramen noodle place on 56th Street called Menkui Tei, but the dirty yellow awning says Larmen New York. It’s a simple, tiny, cheap eatery with the two chefs behind the counter straight out of Central Casting. These two very old Japanese men look like they walked off the sets of Bridge Over the River Kwai, Sands of Iwo Jima, and Tora, Tora, Tora (or maybe out of the island jungles of the real thing) moved to New York City and opened up the greatest ramen noodle shop I have ever been to, hands down. Not only one of the best meals I have tasted, I had the vegetable ramen, but the single greatest meal under $10 in the entire world!
"What a minute!” you say. "What about your 'sprint' this week? Noodles and not vegetables?" Yeah, I know, I know! Throw in some damn jelly beans, and you've got a weak start to the week! My dear friend from Boston called me tonight all I did was bitch and moan about my choices today, and my blueberry smoothie did not make me feel any better either.
I know some of you have that knee-jerk reaction of, "Hey, it's OK, everyone falters." To me that excuse is like telling a great golfer, "Hey you screwed up Sunday, but you played so well Thursday through Saturday."
In a word, that excuse doesn't wash.
The closer I get to the finish line, the more apt I seem to reward myself with technically vegan, but off script from the Eat to Live screenplay.
I'll turn it around tomorrow, Wednesday. And if I don't I'll confess, but I would welcome some old school, pre-Vatican II penance!
Tomorrow's goal - fruit and vegetables ONLY, and a vigorous work out before work.