The first time a vegetarian tastes Beyond Meat’s ersatz animal flesh, he’ll feel delighted and queasy at the same time. There’s something about the way these fake chicken strips break on your teeth, the way they initially resist and then yield to your chew, the faint fatty residue they leave on your palate and your tongue—something about the whole experience that feels a little too real.
“My first reaction was, if I was given this in a restaurant, I’d get the waiter to come over and ask if he’d accidentally given us real chicken,” says Biz Stone, one of the founders of Twitter, who has been vegan for more than a decade. “It has a plumpness to it, what they call a ‘mouthfeel,’ like a kind of fattiness. When you eat other leading meat analogues, they’re delicious, but you kind of know they’re not real. They’re missing something that’s hard to identify. This has a very realistic, meaty, delicious quality.”
I’m not a vegetarian, and I love real meat, but for various health and ethical reasons, I’ve long tried to cut down on eating animals. As a result, I’ve tried every fake meat there is. Every few years, a new one comes along, each promising unprecedented verisimilitude. A decade ago, there was Quorn, which is made of a fungus called mycoprotein and tastes pretty chicken-y. A few years later, there was Gardein, which has won many high-profile testimonials to its meatiness. (Ellen DeGeneres loves it.) My personal favorite fake meat is Field Roast, a kind of sausage that—to me—tastes nearly as good as the real deal. (A panel of Slate tasters agrees!)
The sublime, legendary Danieli Hotel is a monument to Venetian magnificence and without doubt one of the world’s most outstanding luxury hotels…
….that bows to the sharia and the subjugation of women.
Slowly but most assuredly, the most anti-human, anti-woman, anti-freedom ideology on the face of the earth infuses itself into Western culture. These types of daily occurrences would have been unimaginable, impossible, twenty years ago.
What a difference weakness and lack of civilational self-esteem makes.
If it were me, I would have driven this misogynist supremacist to the airport and bought him a one-way ticket back to his richly derserved cave.
Needless to say, there ought to be a global boycott of Hotel Danieli. Any woman who would stay is a slave.
Whether it’s Occupy Wall Street, the Second Amendment or property rights, liberals like Jason Alexander and Ice-T just don’t seem to get it. Hear why on this ZoNation.
This does amuse me!
1. Academy, n. A modern school where football is taught.
2. Achievement, n. The death of endeavor and the birth of disgust.
3. Alone, adj. In bad company.
4. Beauty, n. The power by which a woman charms a lover and terrifies a husband.
5. Behavior, n. Conduct, as determined, not by principle, but by breeding.
6. Brain, n. An apparatus with which we think what we think. That which distinguishes the man who is content to be something from the man who wishes to do something.
7. Cabbage, n. A familiar kitchen-garden vegetable about as large and wise as a man’s head.
8. Cat, n. A soft, indestructible automaton provided by nature to be kicked when things go wrong in the domestic circle.
9. Childhood, n. The period of human life intermediate between the idiocy of infancy and the folly of youth—two removes from the sin of manhood and three from the remorse of age.
10. Circus, n. A place where horses, ponies and elephants are permitted to see men and women and children acting the fool.
11. Congratulation, n. The civility of envy.
12. Dentist, n. A prestidigitator who, putting metal into your mouth, pulls coins out of your pocket.
So hot here….
The legendary Dubble Trubble Triumph motorcycle
The Dubble Trubble, built in 1953 by legendary racer Bud Hare, was a beastly Triumph twin-engined motorcycle that dominated the drag strips during the 1950s with a top speed of 142.38 mph. The dual 40 cu. in. displacement engines were fed through a Harley-Davidson hand-shift gearbox with foot clutch. Only two gears are used– second and high. Totally sick. Kids– don’t try this at home.
None other than Von Dutch himself painted the lettering on the legendary Triumph’s tank– which explains the 2 dots above the U’s which weren’t asked for. But then again– Von Dutch was known to kind of do his own thing.