Brandon Hernández 9 a.m., July 26
Is it OK to eat at cultish places?
You gotta read Barbarella’s piece on eating at The Yellow Deli.
I’ve been there (315 East Broadway, Vista, 760-631-1888) a couple of times, liked it and them a lot. I mean cheery, businesslike, open people. I knew they were Twelve Tribes, a nicely hippy-rooted group who somehow want to get back to the early Judeo-Christian thing.
But I never realized some of the things Ms. B quotes that make the Twelve Tribes people tick. And make me twitch. Read her piece.
No two ways about it, it’s a beautiful place. But you do get the feeling when you go there that it’s somehow too beautiful. Or is it that we unhappy sinners just can’t handle people who are happy to Obey Rules for the greater good of the group?
Except, hello? Advocating racial segregation? Submission of women? Blaming Jews for the "murder of Christ" (quoting Wikipedia here)? I mean, that's it. Case closed. Go somewhere else.
Then I think: these people in Vista didn't invent all that venemous BS. They're just trying to live good lives. Why punish them for their leaders' desperation for the "good" old days? Maybe we should just go and talk them out of their prejudices.
Whatever, soon as I read Ms. B’s column, I couldn’t help thinking of another great, healthy, cheap eatery that comes at a price. Loving Hut, the vegan restaurant on El Cajon Boulevard (at 1905 El Cajon Boulevard, 619-683-9490).
Great – and great-priced - vegan food, great messages promoting kinder ways to live with Mother Earth.
Only thing is – and they’re quite open about this – they’re part of a worldwide network of restaurants controlled by someone who calls herself "Supreme Master" Ching Hai.
So when you go eat, there she is, a constant presence on – what else? - Supreme Master TV, showing the Supreme Master herself speaking Words of Wisdom to her adoring masses on how to live. As I jes’ had to say in a response to Barbarella’s piece, how long before she (Supreme Master, not Barb) starts telling us all how to vote?
I'm sure the people running both joints are reaching out to us with love, but you can't help believing their Masters have figured (rightly) that the best way to get to people is through their stomachs.
I dunno: democratic instincts make you shrink away from any “masters” who call themselves “Supreme.”