TOFU LADS, MEAN FROM HUNGER & ENVY

   Rex Murphy, NP: Toronto chef Michael Hunter of Antler Kitchen, an industrious and fine gentleman, has been much pestered lately by a herd of bullying evangelist vegans drooping outside his shop window, holding miserable, hate-filled (“Murder”) signs, trying to kill his business and in the process libeling the ancient natural practice of peoplekind everywhere, that of meat-eating. He’s been haunted mercilessly by a pack of zealous plant-eaters.
It’s difficult enough when you’re on your lonesome to get the timing of the osso buco right, to get it to that exquisite equilibrium between perfectly well cooked, meat dripping from the centre bone, tenderized to perfection, but not mushy, not yet tipped over to flavourless overdone. Now imagine a posse of kale-stuffed vigilantes outside your small shop, mean from hunger and envy — though they won’t admit either — glaring zombie-eyed at you and your customers as you try to run a kitchen serving up seven or eight different dishes.