Munch

In the past year, many of the anti-meat diatribes we – meaning every one of us – have been forced to endure pivot upon a single point: we bad, you good. In few other contexts would such blather be considered anything other than a solipsistic rant, narcissistic nonsense that reflects a revolting self-regard. 

I’m going to avoid gluten and just see what happens. For the past week, we’ve had no bread, cookies, regular pasta or anything containing wheat gluten.

Meat is the main attraction on most American plates, and many of us feel almost as though we haven’t eaten if there isn’t a slice of animal protein in front of us. Munch, one of Oak Park’s newest restaurants, faces the challenge of satisfying the diner without resorting to serving a piece of meat.