Meredith Turits
A twenty-something, Brooklyn-based writer/magazine editor's chronicle of her first novel, peppered with thoughts on the words and streets that make her heart race.

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Walking to Red Bamboo’s sister restaurant last night, VP2, I was poised for a wonderfully vegan meal.  And it was - cascading plates of Soul Chicken (which, according to their menu, is now trademarked?) and BBQ ribs amounted to etreme deliciousness and obliteration of all food items set in front of us.  Fantastic. But when walking to the restroom to wash my hands, I was startled alive by the anti-Veg demons themselves.  Behold, soap: I call EPIC FAIL.

Walking to Red Bamboo’s sister restaurant last night, VP2, I was poised for a wonderfully vegan meal.  And it was - cascading plates of Soul Chicken (which, according to their menu, is now trademarked?) and BBQ ribs amounted to etreme deliciousness and obliteration of all food items set in front of us.  Fantastic.

But when walking to the restroom to wash my hands, I was startled alive by the anti-Veg demons themselves.  Behold, soap:

I call EPIC FAIL.

Thursday, July 17th 2008 9:45am