My Stomach has a Passport

America has unfortunately decided that every meal needs four types of meat and extra cheese. Though my heart remains ever loyal to the red, white and blue, my stomach has more passport stamps than I can count.

Around this time of year, Father tends to take a lot of hunting trips, which leaves Mother and me to go on hunting trips of our own, for vegan food. 

Recently we found a lovely little joint near Target in JC, Babylon Mediterranean and Middle East Grill. 

I was thrilled to see this sticker on the door. I knew we had made a good choice.

As an appetizer, we got a delicious eggplant, onion and cucumber salad in olive oil, so simple yet so incredible. The pita bread that was served with the salad was so warm and soft I could have crawled inside it to take a nap. I got a falafel sandwich on a thin pita bread wrap, that oddly enough came with french fries.

A closer look at the falafel sandwich shows that it is stuffed with onions, cucumber and a pickle spear. Mmm Mmm. 

I couldn't help myself, even though Tzatziki sauce has yogurt in it, I did use it as a dip. It's just so dang good. 

No mother daughter meal would be complete without a coffee. Especially a Turkish coffee with enough grounds in the bottom that Professor Trelawney could have predicted my grandchildren's futures. I could barely fit my fingers through that cup handle, however, tiny cup equals big flavor. 

Yet another successful, almost, vegan meal in Johnson City. 

Let's do this,

Jillian