This weekend I had the joy of meeting two of my dearest friends at Belmont BBQ, a place that you’d think–as my friend Katie so eloquently said–”might not be in [my] vegan lunch cravings.”
And you would be wrong.
Or soupy, BBQ beans.And being a “vegan with benefits” mean we can all suffer under the delusion that these were vegetarian beans and ignore the fact that there was mayo on the slaw. (Not nearly as much as would be expected, but definitely there.)I did not, however, attempt to consume a Slop Bucket.This some-might-say-magical* concoction is a layer of slaw, on top of a layer of pulled pork, covered in BBQ beans, all on top of cheesy potatoes is definitely not vegan-friendly.
*To be honest, I might be one of them. I can recognize the gargantuan glory, y’all. But as I was already succumbing to the random cheese-and-mayo cravings that had struck me on Saturday, I figured it couldn’t hurt to taste some of the BBQ bean-covered cheesy potatoes that Katie offered. [And they were goooood.]
For the most part, though, I stuck to making a mess of my area by attempting to get as much of the various BBQ sauces into my mouth as possible. I dumped the North Carolina-style, runny vinegar deliciousness all over the cole slaw, and then dipped it into the thicker, tomato sauce…which was tasty, but needed more oomph (perhaps molasses? cumin? mustard?) I thought.
So yes, a vegan (or whatever I am) can crave BBQ.
But mostly I just crave the time spent with friends who know you so well, and with whom you have such an easy relationship, that you honestly forget that 8 months have past since you last saw them…because the conversation picked up as though it had never ended.