I’m not a vegetarian, but I might be a wegetarian:
“V” becomes “w” on some tongues and the linguistic twist makes new words.
In Prague, Wegetarians beeline for Lekha Hlava, or Clear Head, the mecca of wegetables and wegan delights.
Clear Head Restaurant
There is no goulash in sight.
If you’re a spiritual leader, you eat for free. If not, the check is delivered in a neat wooden box at the end of the meal, like a gift.
When Premysl and I finally met for lunch, I suggested Clear Head as a possibility.
“I don’t eat vegetarian,” he said. He pronounced the “v” carefully in his precise English. An odd assertion, but I went along with it, and we ate in the decidedly anti-vegetarian duck restaurant behind Charles University.
Goulash was plentiful and the dumplings stay with you for hours afterwards, possibly decades. I punctuated my visits to Clear Head with stops at traditional Czech eateries so I wouldn’t forget where I was.