Last night the Boy and I went out for Vietnamese food. I had been craving salad rolls all week, so we popped into a place in Coquitlam on our way back home. Normally when we go out to eat I’ll always ask if certain dishes have meat in them (if not labelled vegetarian) but last night for some reason I didn’t and ordered spring rolls and salad rolls. When they came to the table, I noticed the rolls with lined with pork, and the spring rolls with stuffed with it.
I’d only ever had veggie salad rolls before, it didn’t even occur to me that they had pork in them. D’oh! We flagged down the restauranteur and he confirmed our suspicions, offered his apologies (even though it was my fault for not asking), and fixed me up soup veggie soup instead. He came back to the table and continued to have a long discussion with the two of us over the meat vs. veggie diets, and explained how when he met his wife she was also a vegetarian, but after time spent with his “meat-eating family” had to give it up because it was too hard to coordinate meals. He also said he wouldn’t have been able to make the same compromise, and was commending the Boy for in a sense “putting up with my diet.”
We both laughed at this statement, but shared that when we met, he didn’t really eat vegetables at all. I’m serious – not anything that was green, and would run from tomatoes. I’ve never forced him to eat differently and usually when we’re cooking together, he’ll add-on some meat as a separate side, I can only say I have influenced the vegetable intake. This primarily has to do with preparation.
What I found interesting about this discussion with the restaurateur and afterward with the Boy taking about some of his friends with the same feelings was the statement; “Wouldn’t have put up with a vegetarian.” If it doesn’t bother a vegetarian that you are eating meat, why should it bother you if they’re not?
I just don’t get it.
What you ever encountered this situation?
Has there been a compromise you’ve had to make recently?