The Kebab Conundrum
The secret agony of the inebriated vegetarian
There’s nothing like a big, greasy, ghastly kebab late at night after a few beers with the lads. Or, at least, that used to be the case when I was both younger AND a meat eater. Sadly, I am no longer either of these things.
The story of how a hard core, long term, steak-for-breakfast meat eater like me went vegetarian by…