Dining out

Is easier said than done. Went with parents to visit Libby, my father\'s former secretary, with whom he happens to share a birthday. Her choice of restaurants was financially economical but nutritionally lacking; A place called the "99."
As I leafed through page after page of artery-clogging entrees it became clear that it would be difficult to find something on the menu that resonates with my healthier outlook on eating. By default I settled on a soup and salad option. It was that or fill up on table napkins and water.
The soup was a tomato basil, tasty and I\'m certain loaded with sodium. All I can say for the salad was it came in a bowl. The greens were wilted and browning, the tomatoes smelled funny, and to my chagrin the whole thing was covered in grated cheese. At this point I\'ve come to the conclusion that 99 is what you have left after you\'ve rated this ace on a scale of 1 to 100.
Now, surprisingly, I ate both soup and salad. Remember, this blog is "orbiting vegan," and what that means, since I realize I have as of yet to define it, is while I am trying to select and consume mainly raw and vegan foods I am not doing so to the total exclusion of non-vegan foods. There is, as they say, a time for asparagus and a time for gruyere.
I did make a wonderful strawberry, banana, mango, and romaine smoothie for breakfast, and polished off Wednesday\'s butternut squash soup for lunch before heading to "99," The culinary equivalent of a lobotomy. I half expected to find Soylent Green on the menu.

See you in Orbit!