Thought you got rid of me, did cha? Too bad, I’m all up in your internetz invading your reader. Although many wonderful, sparkly, glorious things came out of Vegan Mofo it was… to be honest… a mofo. Even with little weekend breakies, I was all puttered out come December. This blogger can only do so much.
It’s too bad because you best believe I have been eating, oh yes. Christmas break was basically one long sugar bath of cookies thrown in with bouts of splendiferous holiday feasting. I made what is sure to become my famous goodie tins, stuffed with Mexican Hot Chocolate Snickerdoodles, Molasses Cookies, One Brownie to Rule Them All and the oblig Isa Chokie Chippers. I said to hell with it, threw the camera out the window, and stayed strong and carried on in a bloggie-free life. Joyfully liberating I’ll admit, but I’m back and I’m better than ever.
I should be updating on the state of the union (like how I arrived to FRANCE yesterday), but there’s plenty o’ time for such pleasantries. On to more pressing matters, namely a lovely little vegan restaurant called Loving Hut. Located a few minutes from “my” newly-deserted apartment, I couldn’t tell you why I haven’t been stuffing my face here every single day of my Chapman career. Its consistent culinary delights, smiley waiters, cosy (read: squished) atmosphere, and ridiculously cheap prices have left me fairly enamoured with its existence.
Sure, the Master Chiang cult faux-propoganda is bananas, but forget all such nonsense and turn your pretty little heads to the menu. Herro vegan deliciousity, you’re about to meet the famous Emily powerhouse of a stomach.
Now get ready, cuz it’s most def picsha time. Captioned underneath for your understanding pleasure.
Mango Delight: mango sorbet, fresh mango, and soymilk. Ordered twice because it was that good.
Raspberry Cooler which didn’t meet my taste buds. Friend’s verdict: a bit sour, but yumsville.
Strawberry Milkshake. Why the big ice cubes? My only complaint.
Fried Spring Rolls got an A + with me and the roommate. But, to be honest, it’s an extraordinary achievement to mess up deep-fried anything.
Vegan Pho! A whole new world of soup deliciousness that has passed through my lips! More, give me moaaaar.
Can’t forget all the fresh and saporous fixin’s: jalopenos (nixed), beansprouts (noshed), half unidentified yum sauce/half camera-shy siracha, thai basil, culantro, and lime.
Spicy Cha Cha with half shrimp, half chicken. I was irked over it’s pathetic heat factor; psh, false advertising can’t do nothin’ to get between me and my Siracha fest. The mock shrimp were a welcome addition. Overall twas an unhealthy variety of tasty- decent.
Tiramisu. While I can’t speak to its authenticity (I’ve never tried the eggy variety) I was thoroughly pleased with its taste and texture. Chocolate sauce upped it to the gold standard.
Double layer chocolate cake. Words are not necessary, dear readers. Simply mmmUMMmmm.
One last note: I have overcome my “don’t do it” reflex and gotten a tumblr. I know I made the wrong choice because within the first 24 hours I was firmly in the “obsessed” category.
Peruse, stalk, follow if you wish. Some of my foodie pics are bound to get reblogged, so keep away from all that and your eyes won’t burn from boredom.