Vegan burger in Montreal

Food is food. Or so you think. Just a thing to sustain you, nourish you, so you can stay alive and can tend to (fend to?) your other occupations in life. That's how some think.

For others, food is life, food is happiness. Food is emotional. That's another extreme. I'm not sure it's the best relationship to have with food.

What is my relationship with food? I try to keep it closer to the first one, although there are moments when it tends towards the second.

I look at food as nourishment, I try to look at it as the induvidual components that it is made of, the nurtition it will give me. I think it's a healthy way to see food, if not a little unemotional and stoic. Stoicism in terms of food, that's a movement that I adhere to. The fact that there is no such movement is only a detail. I just started one, by writing it. Anyway, topic of this post is a specific vegan burger I ordered while travelling in Montreal last week. We went to a fancy looking restaurant in vieux port, the kind with lots of fake flowers on the front facade and white bebbles lining the floors. Giving you the feel of being in a greek seaside restaurant. I don't know what it is with these establishments nad their fake vegetation, actually I get it, it's easy to maintain but such an eyesore.

I ordered a vegan burger and it came with a side of fries. The fries had a yummy topping of grated cheese and coriander. I took a bite, yummy yes, but is this real cheese? Smells like it, tastes like it. I ask the waiter. Yes he confirms it is cheese. What is cheese doing on my very vegan dish that I ordered? The waiter offered to replace it with some really vegan fries and I happily accepted. So that my friends is the story of how I got two plates of fries the other day.

Take home message: coriander and parmesan is a great topping idea for fries but only if you're not vegan. A yummy vegan alternative is olive oil and nooch and coriander on your crispy hot fries. The cows from overcrowded industrial farms will thank you.