Meat mouths often seek stupid-ass ways to semantically trip up vegetarians. Perhaps they think their witless snark will wipe the blood from their hands. (Not a chance, Sundance.) And if there's one oh-so-clever sass every herbivore has heard at least a thousand times, it's: "If you don't want to eat meat, why would you eat stuff that's supposed to taste like meat?" Because, dumbass, sometimes there is nothing finer than mowing through a hefty, comforting pile of delicious, on a bun with fries -- even if you possess an intact moral compass. And the finest example of that to be found in our fair city is the "Veggie Boudin Burger" at the Bleeding Deacon Public House. It's concocted in-house from a white-bean base, liberally spiced and -- and this is crucial -- formulated so as to maintain its integrity from the time bean boudin hits wheat bun along with lettuce, tomato, pickle and onion till the time you lick from your lips the last of the rémoulade that stands in for ketchup, lean slowly back and pat your sated belly. Mercy, but that sucker's good!