Laughing at Southern Hospitality

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A veg*n walks into a BBQ joint…

Sounds like the start of a joke and it ended up being so.

Last night the company I work for had a happy hour at Southern Hospitality, located at the corner of 45th st and 7th ave in NYC. Initially I was jazzed. For anyone who has never heard of this place, even the salads have meat in them. After a Google search, I wasn’t quite as eager…”vegan hell” were my words.

You go for the free drinks and the people, though…and I work with some good people, which is something I almost missed.

As I walked in to look for familiar faces in the sea of the company’s staffers, immediately the pungent BBQ smell consumed my nose…and my stomach lurched. After finding a close coworker and lettinh her know I might not be able to stay, she suggested a quick drink to dull my senses.

Balloa was it sang, “You’ve got to accentuate the positive. Eliminate the negative.” Well, for the moment, neutralize. There is a purpose to be served in not being the surly veg*n.

Now, I have no idea what I looked like at the end of the evening, apparently no pics were taken of me. I suspect I looked as young professional as those you see drawn on for falling asleep at parties. Caveat: I was awake and the instigator.

Since I couldn’t have the appetizers, I did have a drink and chatted and made sport at beg, borrowing, and stealing peoples’ name tag stickers. It was a great time.

Now, keep in mind, I would never recommend Southern Hospitality. The place didn’t make the night; the people did.

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