Before I was a vegan, I used to get quite excited about prix fixe menus. For those of you less cultured than I, “prix fixe” means “fixed price.” So for a prix fixe menu, you pay a certain amount and you get a three or four course meal. Sometimes you have a choice between two or three items for each course.
recently discovered that the reason we in the States use the French
term “prix fixe” is because over in France, almost every restaurant
offers a prix fixe menu every night. Even random, sloppy-looking joints
have a chalkboard outside the front door announcing the prix fixe menu
for the evening.
In the States, however, “prix fixe”
usually means the same thing as every other French term: “fancy pants.”
Expensive restaurants will offer special prix fixe menus for Valentine’s
Day, Mother’s Day, and other occasions on which objecting to the absurd
fixed price makes you feel cheap and like you don’t love someone
My problem with prix fixe menus is that they
are rarely vegan. If the average person is paying $100 for three
courses, one of those courses better be a steak.
So imagine my delight when I found out that VeeVee,
a cozy establishment in Jamaica Plain, offers a vegan prix fixe menu
every Wednesday! I would have paid any amount to try it (within reason),
but luckily it only cost $25.
I went with Amy, who was
staying with me at my parents’ house for a few nights before starting
work in DC, and my friend from college, Alex, who is gluten-free and
Amy and I had proven ourselves decidedly un-fancy
by taking every form of public transportation Boston has to offer to
arrive at VeeVee. After having been squashed up against a sweaty
shirtless man making racist comments on the bus and taking the orange line to Green Street (a
stop at which drive-by shootings don’t not happen), I was ready for a dose of classiness. Especially if it came with deliciousness.
I was not disappointed! The first course was a farro salad with
cucumber, corn, cherry tomatoes, and some unidentified greens. Don’t
worry, I didn’t know what farro was, either. Turns out it’s a whole
grain form of wheat that’s good to eat hot or cold (in this case, it was
The entrée was warm black lentils with olive oil croutons surrounded by cauliflower puree. Those croutons were amazing.
It was one of those meals during which you keep looking up and making
eye contact with the person across from you (in this case, Amy),
confirming the intensity of your shared flavor experience with nodding
and raised eyebrows.