Philadelphia

It really irks me when people assume that all vegans care about their health and hate the taste of meat. Stereotyping. Blah. I mean just because I don't eat meat or dairy doesn't mean that sometimes I don't want to sit down, bite into a cheese-dripping pepper steak, and then fully comatize myself with grease and sugar by washing it down with a superrich brownie. I just want my steak, cheese, and chocolate to be nice to the animals. Soy power. Duh. Govinda's Gourmet to Go gets me on a fundamental, cheesesteak-in-philly level. Who cares if its definition of 'gourmet' is pretty far removed from Starr's? Hey, the price level is too, most excellently. Yeah, there's a good amount of sarcasm in the above paragraph, but what is sarcasm if not the anxious truth? Whatever I might mean by that, you should go to Govinda's Gourmet to Go, not to be confused with the nearby Govinda's Vegetarian (gourmet to sit), and eat like you used to before you got whipped into a liberal frenzy of food ethics, or at least taste like you used to. Mmmmm grease coma.

Photo:  Mary Gaston