My life as an (almost) vegan restaurant critic — theguardian.com

In my game, as a restaurant critic, it would be more acceptable to come clean as a roaring alcoholic, a snob or a tax evader than reveal my actual clandestine secret. But here goes: my name is Grace Dent and I eat mainly vegan. By that I mean the guts of my diet are plants and veg. I’m perpetually throwing back handfuls of nuts and seeds. A bit like a giant hamster, possibly, but with a better bra and lipstick. I say “mainly” as there are caveats and slip-ups. “Plant-based” is closer. “Flexitarian” is a word people use for me (as well as much ruder things when I appear in their restaurant, I’m sure). But announcing you’re flexitarian is a bit like coming out as bisexual. You won’t get any prizes for picking your team and everyone on all sides will resent you for having your cake and eating it. Or having your egg-free raw cacao nib brownie in this case.

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