Four years ago, I cooked a giant dinner made entirely of fake meat. We had “bacon” made from mycelium, “eggs” from mung beans, “cheese” from coconut oil, and ice cream made from beta-lactoglobulin produced by microflora.
The next day, I ran into my neighbor Moby, the musician who used to own the vegan restaurant Little Pine in L.A. Five minutes into my brag about the dinner, he said he’d never eat any of that food. Why, he wondered, did people need to Rube Goldberg meats when so much vegan food is already great?
People are coming around to Moby’s argument. Ten years ago, vegan restaurants marketed themselves as fine dining for people who didn’t eat animal products (Crossroads in L.A.; New York City’s Jean-Georges Vongerichten’s ABCV, by CHLOE, Nix, and Eleven Madison Park). Now, you can eat at a vegan place without ever realizing it, which is exactly what happened when my 85-year-old father went to Soda Club in New York.
“That happens all the time,” says Drew Brady, COO and partner at Overthrow Hospitality, which owns Soda Club along with New York spots Avant Garden, Ladybird, Third Kingdom, Al Andalus, and the upcoming Long Count. That restaurant, opening in Soda Club’s former location, will serve only fermented foods and wines aged at least ten years.
Brady has seen couples bring parents who have no idea they just ate a vegan meal. “Dessert is usually when people’s radars start going off,” he says. He was especially nervous serving cannoli to my dad. “It’s terrifying for me to serve anyone from the Bronx cannoli,” he said. But my dad said it was the best cannoli he’d ever had and wanted to know why. That’s when the jig was up. I think. It was a little loud in there, and he’s 85.