Two weeks ago I declared an experiment in vegetarianism. One carnivorous Eating In after another met growing requests for coverage with less carnage. When one writer begged that DCist create something that did not feature a dead animal I knew I had overlooked it too long. I decided to embrace the opposition, and get in touch with my inner veg. Now, fully entrenched in my new lifestyle, I feel like I’m coming into my own. Though catered lunches and business trips to areas of the country that are decidedly pro bovine have often left me dining on potato chips, I’ve found many aspects of being a vegetarian quite simple – even satisfying.

For instance, cooking at home has been a cake walk, and a few books on Indian cookery have proven to be life-savers. Lentils and dals have become staples in my diet as well as palak paneers that provide iron and other minerals in a green sea of spinach goodness. It’s the quick hits however that have become the most frustrating. The 2 a.m. hunger pangs that inevitably rise from the recess of drunkenness. The rest stop lunch that we are all reduced to when taking a road trip, or the instances where you just don’t have the time to sit down at Nirvana — these are the times when being veg is particularly difficult, and down right disappointing.

Any would-be vegetarian can only be reduced to so many fast food bean burritos (seriously) and slices of cheese pizza, before thier resolve is put to the test. I thought our readers might offer a bit of advice. When time is tight, or an evening is drawing to a close, where do you go to get your veg on?

Note: Responses including jumbo slice will be promptly deleted.