Does eating a vegan sausage roll mean I’m turning vegan?

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Vegan sausage roll

As I write this, I still have the pastry crumbs from a Gregg’s vegan sausage roll in my fashionable metropolitan beard.

I know their arrival at the Canterbury branch has been hotly anticipated. Some people view it as a victory for their way of life, and others see a vegan sausage roll as an act of treason. There is no greater indictment of the parlous state of our country’s national debate than this.

My decision to purchase this politically charged pastry tube was motivated more by hunger and curiosity than a desire to wade into the controversy, and my verdict? It was fine.

I’ve eaten a lot of sausage rolls in my time, and I can honestly say this was nowhere near the worst. In fact, if you’d told me it was an ordinary sausage roll, I probably wouldn’t have noticed the difference. I’m not sure where that leaves us politically, but it left me slightly less hungry than I was before.

I know some will now think I’m at risk of becoming a vegan myself, but I can assure you I am as committed to meat as ever, especially since my voyage of discovery has taken me to a couple of excellent meat-heavy restaurants recently.

Most recently I had the pleasure of spending an evening in the “Korean Cowgirl”, and it really was time well spent. We tucked into the sharing platter, but also had some of their trademark buns just in case our cholesterol dropped into single figures.

The highlight was the brisket, absolutely bursting with flavour and beautifully cooked. The wings were tasty and spicy, the buns fluffy and the ribs succulent with the meat melting off the bone.  If there’s one thing I would change about the place would be the beer selection, but to be honest the meat really is the star. 

I’m not a vegan alright.

One restaurant that won’t get a complaint about the beer selection from me is “Pork&Co”. In fact, it won’t get any complaints from me. Anywhere that puts pulled pork with Mac ‘n’ cheese into a sandwich will win my heart. It might do some other things to my heart too, but lets not bring the mood down.

Although, as the name suggests, the pork is the star, I’d happily spend my time eating their fried chicken strips, and to continue my descent into veganism I even enjoyed the coleslaw. The tap room alone is worth a visit, but at least have some scratchings, don’t let the vegans win.

The proliferation of pulled pork and barbecue joints in general is almost a London cliché. I wondered if I would be able to enjoy a craft ale and a brioche bun served by an unemployed actor with a man-bun ever again.

The food is as good as anything I’ve eaten in the trendy meat restaurants of London, but Canterbury delivers all of the taste and none of the hipster packaging. In fact, the friendly knowledgeable staff in both places are a huge part of their charm.

Right, I’m off to eat the steak bake I bought as an insurance policy.

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