So the secret society of vegans is not that secret anymore. They have a market stall in Camden. I went there with a guy from the hostel I had freshly made friends with. I shall call him my little gherkin because he calls me Onion. This came about when we were in a market and I saw some huge onions and pointed them out, they were seriously big globes of tear producing vegetables. Anyway since then he has called me Onion and I just say yeah I have layers, like an ogre.
Anyway we were at the stall and I was shopping (got a vegan passport, and some sugary goodness snacks) told him that I would take him for some vegan food after and a couple of girls also at the stall invited us to go and get vegan ice-cream. How could we resist this invitation? Who worries about stranger danger when there is vegan ice cream on offer? So we said ok lets follow some random strangers and got on a bus to Hackney.
It took awhile to get there, about an hour. So we had plenty of time to get to know the girls. They were both vegan and one had many tattoos declaring her beliefs. The other was too young for tats as she was only 16, but she had a necklace with a tattoo gun on it to make up for it. I’m betting she will have vegan tattooed on her wrist within moments of being legally allowed.
In Hackney we headed to the Pogo Café. It was full of many people who were happy to show their views on their skin. I felt quite bare with no tattoos on my body.
I had the burger that came with wedges and salad and then the reason for our journey, a vegan knickerbockers glory ice-cream. It was a suitably glorious a spectacular confection of layers of cream, custard, ice cream, syrup, chocolate, quite possibly the most fabulous thing ever! No knickerbockers in it at all but it was a hell of a lot of glory!
Nobody could argue about vegan missing out of great food if they have tasted this feast! It’s the kind of thing that stupid omnivores eat and then declare to be so good it can’t possibly really be vegan.
When my sweet tooth was satisfied (momentarily) we headed back to the bus. At the stop there was the disturbing sight of pigeons eating some abandoned fried chicken. It
just seems a little too close to cannibalism to me. Just a random bit of freakiness on the day.
Anyway on the bus we sat up the top of the red double decker at the back talking about our fave Monty Python moments. We want to have a get together in the future to watch Monty Python and eat vegan food.
When we got back to Camden, we were gonna go our separate ways but then vegan cake was suggested. This is not an offer to be refused so off we trooped to inspiral lounge and more sweet treats. Eventually we rolled ourselves back to the hostel. We survived with our lives but possibly with some new tooth cavities to show for our sugary day with the strangers who are now friends.
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