Hankering For Some Good Vegan Eats?

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Good! Then it’s time to hit ‘Little Pine,’ Moby’s Silverlake restaurant, ASAP! It comes highly recommended, by me, but, before I strike another key, here’s what the man himself has to say about this unique little spot:

“…i can write about food and veganism and architecture & design, but it’s a lot more compelling and interesting to open a restaurant and show actual, physical examples of food, community, veganism, and architecture & design. blogs and Instagram are great, but a picture of food will never replace an actual, beautiful plate of food served in a beautiful space…” (littlepinerestaurant.com)

See? Definitely a necessary interruption, as he duly points out the inadequacy of words, when actions are really what it’s all about. So, I’ll keep this brief. Yes, blogs etc. can spread the news, and quite effectively provide people with the opportunity/information they need to begin a whole-food plant based diet. But why not just drag a skeptic kicking and screaming to dinner…and let them get a taste of what they’re not missing. The whole purpose here naturally being – to reinforce the power of doing, over just saying. And, while not everyone will have the opportunity to open a (non!) greasy spoon in their lifetimes, this is the kind of effort anyone can make. I know I plan to return with as many cynics as I can squeeze in one sitting next time!

Serving beyond delicious Mediterranean inspired California cuisine, “featuring 100% plant-based produce and ingredients”, Moby’s restaurant is exactly as he describes it above….plus 10% cooler (littlepinerestaurant.com). It has an intimate, but very relaxed, community feel – a vibe that so many places strive for, but completely miss the mark on. Now, this, to me, was awesome, as in having a celebrity owner, I was expecting a little pretentiousness. But, I guess, when you have a proprietor that gets the fact that we are all made of stars – then you’re really all set.

This “we,” of course, also includes all sentient beings, an equality the menu rightfully recognizes by stating that all profits go to animal welfare organizations. So, all the more reason to support a plant-based way of life that is not only commendable, but also sustainable. Blasting “Go – The Very Best Of…” in the car on the way home, one particular chorus jumped out at me, one I hadn’t paid any heed of in my omnivorous past life… “growing in numbers, growing at speed, can’t fight the future, can’t fight what I’ve seen” (Moby). But listening now, it suddenly had new meaning i.e. that fact that the future is truly vegan, as we can’t sustain a future without it…

Ok, this wasn’t brief, but words are all I have for now – unless you deem the ethical undertakings of my knife and fork to be suitable enough action. Oh, and here’s what we ate, together with some kick-ass sparkling wine cocktails…

  • Panzanella – Toasted Bread, Avocado, Market Vegetables
  • Brussels Sprouts – Apple, Fennel, Apple Cider Gastrique
  • Fennel Flatbread Pizza – Housemade Sausage, Fennel, Romesco, Spinach,         Parmesan
  • Mushroom Bourguignon – Crimini Mushrooms, Pearl Onions, Carrots, Cotes du Rhone, Mashed Potatoes
  • Garlic Basil Gnocchi – Pine Nuts, Pesto, Market Vegetables, Bread Crumbs

No dessert this time, as we were completely stuffed with this lot, but don’t worry, it’s happening…in the very near, vegan secured, future!

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I Won’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me…

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…well, not as often anyway. You know, I couldn’t think of a better way to end the day than taking in this breathtaking view. Yet, even though I live less than a 5 minute drive away from the beach, I only pop down once in a blue moon to catch the sunset. And what kills me is that I absolutely love it, so does the mutt, as this ritual seems to have a greater pull with crowds that favor only four-legged plus ones. So, while we stroll along the bluffs I get to take in the phenomenon that is light’s swift exchange for darkness, and my fluffy munchkin gets to partake in the meet and greet of a lifetime.

Clearly then, it’s an all-round win-win. Being also the consensus of every other individual gathered on the lookout, as judged by the sheer volume of selfie stick activity, I wonder why I too often find this unquestionably worthwhile and non-time-consuming jaunt so inconvenient. Roundtrip is 30 minutes at best, and with myself and the pup always leaving both completely centered and fully rejuvenated (going on wags-per-minute here!), it seems crazy not to want to make this soul-filling pilgrimage a regular thing.

But once the day soon dawns again, the exhilaration of our trip is usually fast forgotten to a million excuses that will busy me out of going. And, in reflecting upon today’s excursion, I now know that I justify this frequent opt-out on the basis that the sun will be going down every single night of my life. Therefore, there’s tons of opportunities to see it again, right? This outing has reminded me though, that unlike sunset, we cannot predict when our own burning torch will extinguish. So, with procrastination no longer the comfortable option it once was, I’ll be beach bound again tomorrow, this time with some decent 80’s beats in tow to soundtrack the occasion. I know the mutt will be thrilled, any excuse to have Nik Kershaw reinforcing the absolute need for us to keep hitting repeat on playdate heaven!

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