They say some people eat to live, aka survive, and some people live to eat. I fall firmly into the latter category. It’s not something to be particularly proud of, but up until around eight years ago aka WAY TOO OLD TO BE PULLING THIS SHIT, I had basically never eaten vegetables or salad. It’s still not my first option, by any means, but I’ve come a long way to having more healthy eating ways.
I previously wrote about my horror when two of my homies took me to the most intense of Vegan restaurants. For some reason it appears that most restaurants that facilitate healthy eatering, up until relatively recently, have been pretty intense in their vegan-ism. To the extent that the aforementioned consisted of tree trunks as seats as opposed to an actual chair because *universe*. You may think I’m exaggerating but I’m actually not.
Good news all around: as of late it’s become a whole lot easier for those prone to healthy eating, eateries opening up the likes of Camilla Al Fayed’s Farmacy in Notting Hill which is a lot more accessible and way less scary for a human being like me.