Saving the wonton ravioli for next time, we went with the polenta fries. These normally come with a vegan garlic mayo, so sayeth the waitress, but vegan or no, I hate mayo. We got a side of marinara instead. The “fries” are little breaded herbed polenta fingers. A little on the unhealthy side, perhaps, but they were pretty darn good. I’ll probably make this one at home sometime.

Tom got the Boca burger again, armed with avocado and jalapenos. The fact that this is served on sourdough toast still puzzles me. If they’re so on top of things that they have vegan options for many of their foods, why not carry a vegan bun/roll? I guess this is made up for by the extra Boca patty and the mountain of fries.

I got the tempeh BLT plus onion (yes, that’s a bite taken out of the sandwich—I was so hungry I almost forgot to take pictures) and sweet potato fries. I would have put a second layer of tempeh on there—the strips are so thin they get lost. Then again, I still had a tough time finishing it. That’s a lot of food.

This is what I was trying to show you last time but my camera’s Ebola was kickin’ in for the final bleed-out. I was able to get past the inappropriate apostrophe in “da’beers” to appreciate this drinker’s little helper. The wines listed were all apparently vegan and all but three beers are. I don’t drink beer or wine, but considering this place is half bar, a lot of people do. And who knows, it might make someone ask what might make a beer not vegan, gross them out, and make them rethink some things.

Oh wait—that’s super uncool. My camera started doing this every once in a while, throwing crazy color bands through the image, which it refuses to focus. Sometimes this actually looks interesting, if you’re not trying to read words. What I was attempting to show you here was the drink menu on the table at Hungry Tiger Too. Next to some of the beers, it says “not vegan.” That’s pretty cool for an omni joint. The menu also has a little symbol next to items with vegan options.

We each got a “burger” on sourdough toast, Tom the Boca and I the portabella. The only other vegan bread option was rye, and that sounded even weirder, so we weren’t expecting much from our sandwiches that would surely resemble what Eddie Murphy was served as a child. (If you don’t get the reference on your own, I can’t help you, other than to say I believe it was from Raw.)

I’m happy to say we were pleasantly surprised. And I’m not sure, but those might have been the tastiest sweet potato fries I’ve had. (There’s a place around 10th and Broadway in New York that may have them beat, but I might be romanticizing them.) Of course you get no pictures of any of this.

The verdict? We could take Tom’s parents there for a lunch or early dinner. I guess after 7:00 it gets more bar-like. The other verdict? I need a new camera. I can probably get one twice as powerful as the one I have now for a third of the price I paid five years ago. Sick!

UPDATE: Check out the new vegan menu here.