I’m fine going to a place that serves meat, cheese, oil, salt, liquor, and methamphetamines and plays ABBA, but I’m still going to just have a plain nothing-but-plants salad with no dressing except vinegar on the side—or I can eat nothing. Eating nothing is the option I never had before. It doesn’t work for a year or really even for a month, but it sure works for a supper meeting.
