Europe – Move over, Impossible Burgers and Beyond Sausages, because there’s a new sheriff in town, and she’s not here to mess around with your plant-based alternatives. Climate activist extraordinaire Greta Thunberg, has just thrown her hat into the ever-expanding vegan restaurant ring with the grand opening of “The ‘I’m Not Eating Meat’ Diner.”
This isn’t your average, run-of-the-mill, kale-chip-serving vegan joint. No, friends. The “I’m Not Eating Meat” Diner is an experience, a journey for your taste buds, and a middle finger to the fossil fuel industry all rolled into one.
The restaurant boasts a meticulously curated menu that reads like a climate change activist’s wet dream. The “Climate Change Catastrophe Combo” features a dehydrated lentil patty served on gluten-free toast with steamed broccoli florets – a dish sure to leave you feeling as powerless as a polar bear on a melting ice floe. For the adventurous diner, there’s the “Extinction Rebellion Smoothie,” a kale, spirulina, and activated charcoal that promises to cleanse your body and soul of all those pesky meat-eating tendencies.
But fear not, fellow carnivores who accidentally stumbled in after a wrong turn on your way to the steakhouse. The “I’m Not Eating Meat” Diner caters to all dietary preferences, even the (dare we say) outdated ones. Tucked away discreetly on the back of the menu, written in invisible ink only detectable by those wearing hemp clothing and Birkenstocks, is the “Secret Indulgence” section. Here, for a hefty surcharge (donated directly to Thunberg’s yacht fund, we presume), diners can indulge in a “suspiciously beefy” burger or a plate of “climate-skeptic” chicken wings.
Customer reactions have been, well, let’s say mixed. Bernard Hummusworth, a self-proclaimed “ethical epicurean,” raved about the restaurant. “It’s finally a place where I can feel good about what I’m putting in my body,” he proclaimed, dabbing his nonexistent mustache with a hemp napkin. “And the guilt-free aftertaste is simply divine!”
On the other hand, Mildred Steakworthy, a cattle rancher from Wyoming who found herself at the diner after a particularly harrowing Uber ride, wasn’t quite as enthusiastic. “This whole thing is just ridiculous,” she grumbled, pushing away her uneaten “Save the Rainforest Salad.” “Where’s the protein? Where’s the flavor? This tastes like sadness served on a bed of disappointment.”
But amidst the rave reviews and disgruntled rancher rants, a rumor began to swirl through the eco-conscious elite like wildfire. Whispers of secret late-night deliveries, suspicious packages labeled “Prime Angus” hidden behind the dumpster, and sightings of Thunberg herself sporting a suspiciously non-vegan leather jacket started to emerge.
Finally, the truth could no longer be contained. In a shocking exposé published on the “Climate Activists Who Secretly Love Bacon” blog, it was revealed that the “I’m Not Eating Meat” Diner was nothing more than an elaborate front. Behind the scenes, it was a haven for climate warriors to indulge in the very thing they were supposedly fighting against – juicy, marbled steaks and enough bacon to make a pig blush.
As for Thunberg’s response? A simple tweet, of course. “It’s important to fight for what you believe in,” it read, “even if it means indulging in a good ol’ fashioned cheeseburger every now and then. After all, saving the planet is hard work, and a girl’s gotta have her protein.”
So, there you have it folks. The truth about the “I’m Not Eating Meat” Diner. A cautionary tale about the lengths people will go to for a good laugh, a delicious burger, and perhaps a way to fuel their fight against climate change (with a side of fries, of course). Will this revelation shake the foundations of the vegan movement? Probably not. But it will certainly leave you wondering – what else are these climate activists hiding from us?
So, the next time you find yourself craving a guilt-free (or perhaps guilt-ridden) meal, head on down to the “I’m Not Eating Meat” Diner. Just don’t be surprised if you see Greta Thunberg herself sneaking out the back door with a suspiciously grease-stained napkin. And hey, if you see her, maybe offer to buy her a burger. After all, saving the planet is hungry work.