A friend and I split a never-ending mushroom plate (the menu technically calls it Five Mushrooms, but it took us forever to finish it) at the upstairs bar at Horizons. I think there were magical properties in our 'shrooms that caused them to grow back onto the plate. So worth it. Then the bartender told us about their downstairs happy hour, with drink specials from 11-2.
I've never seen a drunk vegan in that place, ever. It's always full of thin, well-dressed, ageless people who make good decisions. I dine there often and can't help noting this.
We also witnessed a bachelorette party--on the quiet, respectful side, natch--which only reached considerate decibels when the chef's wife, Kate, brought out a vegan penis cake that she had baked at request.
That's when I realized that I've never had sex with a vegan. You think about that while I play Coffee Shop.
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