I could tell it was a bit of a disappointment when I said ‘Right, we’re going for a burger’ to my 14-year-old lad, and then quickly added ‘it’s vegan’. He crumpled his nose up and made a noise. This reaction doesn’t really fit with his general outlook, by the way.
He’s not a ‘no meat, no lunch’ type by any stretch. His favourite place in town by far is Bundobust, where he’d eat every day of the week if he could, and there’s not a single beast to be seen in those fine establishments.
That said, throw in a lottery win/crypto currency windfall and he’d be developing juvenile gout at Hawksmoor. But think burger, and he thinks beef, sadly, and that’s where we are. Why, if you’re opposed to animal products, would you want something that either looks like it, or is trying to create the same texture, he wonders on the way to the tram.
