Last week, me and my family ate out a couple of times, in a couple of different pizza places, and had the vegan pizzas. Let’s just let that sink in a moment. We did WHAT NOW? Yes, two mainstream chains offering vegan pizza, unabashed vegan pizza, not Normal- Pizza-With-The-Fun-Parts-Picked-Off- And-Replaced-With-The-Head-Chef’s- Spit, but ACTUAL PIZZA. Not off the Freaks Menu kept surreptitiously by the Head Waiter’s station. Off the ACTUAL MENU.
We didn’t have to pay nine pounds for a pizza with a third of the ingredients removed. We didn’t have to ask, our voices filled with forlorn hope, if there might be some artichoke hearts or something to liven up the miserable prospect of eating nothing more inspiring than tomato puree on toast.