I decided to go vegan when I was working as a server at THE most non-vegan restaurant ever in existence. Their most popular dish was/is the rack of lamb. It ended up that I got hurt at work and took a worker's comp settlement and in doing that was forced to resign. Blessing in disguise. As if that wasn't bad enough - having to serve up this "food" with a smile, answer questions like "which is better, the chicken or the ribs?" (I hadn't eaten a land animal in 27 years) -- there were a myriad of other reasons why I hated working there (alcoholic wife of the owner always coming in and causing drama being one of the largest annoyances). One of the servers used to go on and on at how "beautiful" the plates looked. All I could see was dead animals. It was really depressing, but I didn't have a choice. I *did* manage to convince the owner to put a tofu dish on the menu, but he really didn't market it properly and the chef and the cooks bitched and bitched all the time about having to make it. It didn't sell so they got rid of it after a couple of months. ...I live in a tourist spot and one time a French couple came in and I overheard the woman asking her partner "Do you think we could get some horse me somewhere?" Ugh. I think sometimes people don't have a choice. I certainly wouldn't do it now, but there were no other options for me at the time. ...I work in IT now. SO much better.