On being a vegetarian in Manchester, NH
Tuesday, January 12, 2010 at 8:20AM When I moved to Manchester, NH, in 2004, I did not eat meat. And I probably would’ve remained vegetarian had my new friend Glenn not tempted me with what he swore was as “THE BEST SANDWICH IN THE WORLD:”
Maybe my body was craving animal proteins. Maybe the shock of the New Hampshire winter had me craving something more hearty and substantial than a vegetable sub. In any event, I let myself be talked into ordering the above-shown nacho-crusted chicken sandwich on my first visit to the Wild Rover Pub.
And it was, truly, everything Glenn promised: “THE BEST SANDWICH IN THE WORLD.”
But it came with a price. Like Pringles, I found afterwards that couldn’t eat just one meaty meal. The nacho-crusted chicken sandwich was like a gateway drug. Indeed, it marked the beginning of a slippery slope back to into omnivorous dining. So it goes.
In recent months, however, the missus and I have decided — mainly for environmental reasons — that we’d like to give vegetarianism another go. No more steak teriyaki pizza from Olympus Pizza. No more bacon and leek scones at Jewel and Beanstalk. No more duck poutine from Z Food and Drink: