Scallywaggles

We walked over to the Haymarket station and took the Green Line B Train out to nearby Allston for lunch at T.J. Scallywaggle's Vegan House of Pizza and Subs. (According to the restaurant, a Scallywaggle 'is someone who acts to transform the world, and has a good time doing it.') Jason had the very realistic Chikhin Parmesan, while Shel opted for a cold sub, the Cold Cut Combo (with hamm, blowney, & turkee). We split a Mango Passion smoothie and a piece of Capt. Jazelda's Baklava. We also got a Carlita's Cookie to go.

The restaurant seemed a hotbed of vegan activism. Books had been left by other patrons, and were available free of charge to a good home. We even saw a book we intended to buy in the near future, but we thought we should leave it for someone else. A flyer advertised a veg*n (that's shorthand for 'vegan' and 'vegetarian') children's playgroup, and a support group for parents; the group goes by the name of 'Sprouts.' The restaurant was looking for a vegan collective to operate a Sunday brunch inside of the restaurant. We hadn't seen any arrangement like that before visiting the restaurant.

The food was great, but we scarfed it down quickly in order to leave as soon as possible: the restaurant was so hot! It felt refreshing to step outside into the hot Boston streets. We took the train back to the hotel, where we were surprised to see that the maids had seemingly failed to observe our "Do Not Disturb" signal. (It turns out that the signal automatically shuts itself off after so many hours of being on. D'oh!)