Maybe you’re full vegan. Maybe you call yourself a flexitarian. Maybe you’re just like me, and refer to yourself as a vegan but are known to binge attack foreign cheeses at 4am under duress or lack of sobriety (my BFF Micha knows what I’m talking about. It isn’t pretty). Or maybe you just need a little inspiration. Without further ado, here’s how to live a modern day vegan fairytale in the vegan-friendly city I used to call home. Wakey, wakey, tofu scramble and vegan bac-y. You wake up – flawless – in your cruelty-free cotton jammies (no silk allowed). You catch a glimpse…
