sacred chow, mormonism, and new york dolls
the 1st of every month, Corina and I go to a vegetarian restaurant where we’ve never been. This month was Sacred Chow, and didn’t end up on the 1st, but what can you do? Here’s a review:
Sacred Chow
Sacred Chow is a delightful vegan restaurant tucked away on Sullivan Street just off of West 4th. One thing that really added to its charm was the couple with the toddler who sat next to us. When they first walked in, I thought, “Oh great, crying baby.” But the kid (I think his name was “Cole”) didn’t do too much crying, and he got really excited when the server brought him a book. It turns out the store owner also has a toddler.
I never figured out whether the couple who brought him was dating, or married. It was clearly her son. I’m not sure if it was his. I’d like to think it was. There aren’t enough vegan couples out there, and this would be one more. Also they were with someone’s mom, I think, and you don’t usually go out with one of your moms unless it’s really serious. Yeah, they were probably married. We noticed that Cole’s mom ate a lot of the Tapas. Corina and I split five between the two of us, and couldn’t finish them all. But she got three and ate everything. We liked the crostinis and hommus a lot. The carrier thingy kind of got in the way of our conversation. There was one thing that was kind of spicy, and I didn’t try the mushrooms. I would go back. But hopefully next time it won’t be so rainy, because it was just wet and rainy all night.
