Tonight I went to a restaurant with friends. They have a vegan menu and many of their options can be veganized. I asked for one item to be veganized.
When they brought out the food I took a bite of it. It seemed fine. Then I took another bite of it. The moment it touched my tongue I knew it was cheddar. I spit it into a napkin and became really shaken up. I felt utterly disgusted by the rape and violence that went into the creation of this monstrosity that was unconsensual put into my mouth.
I asked waitstaff to verify that this wasn’t some new uncannily authentic vegan cheese. It wasn’t; it was choked straight out of a baby calf’s mouth into mine. I told the waiter not to replace the sandwich; I would rather leave. I left immediately and waited for my friends to follow.
My partner paid on my behalf, but I wish we hadn’t paid at all. I regret not disrupting the place immediately. I should know better than to be silent. My friends convinced me it was a small victory in the sense that I at least left, but I regret not doing more.