The vegan-vegetarian section of The Max is despicable.
I used to frequent all of the Max’s food stations, but recent health concerns forced me to restrict my visits to only the salad and stir-fry stations.
A committed carnivore, I used to shun the vegan-vegetarian section, but a vegan diet seemed like a sure-fire way to make my doctor smile at my next lab results.
So during one of my recent trips to the vegan-vegetarian section, I sampled a mystery dish. It was cold, lumpy, and composed of small particles that might have been rice.
And it tasted like vomit.
I mean it actually tasted like that moment when vomit is coming up my throat, and I have no way to stop it.
I am easy to please when it comes to food, but the colorless mush routinely served in that section has surpassed the outer limits of my tolerance.
This hummus lover hopes the Max’s chefs will devote as much attention to the chickpeas and couscous as to the fried chicken and macaroni and cheese.