I don't know if the claim that raw food cured this man's colitis is true, but the restaurant that resulted from his foray into natural foods is certainly nothing to scoff at. Organic Lives feels a little industrial at times -- cement floors, a full view into the shining, metal kitchen, the wait-staff in cooking jackets and hairnets -- but the food makes the awkward ambiance worthwhile.

I am in desperate need of a disguise. There's a vegan bakery called Edible Flours that's one bus stop away from my office. I have been four times in two weeks, and it's always the same dude working there. I can only assume he's starting to recognize me. It's embarrassing.