It will be burned on your brain forever. It’s a pleasant June evening, and you’re sitting outdoors with your family at The Woodshed Smokehouse – a place where Chef Tim Love performs wizardry with all manner of meats. And there’s a mediocre musician in a pork pie hat playing Hotel California – a song that tops your list of candidates that are probably overdue for permanent retirement. But the breeze and the mist machines have you in a forgiving mood. And you’re drinking your favorite beer, and your lady is by your side. So naturally, your guard is down, and you’re totally unprepared for what is coming. Then the waiter arrives, and out of nowhere, your seven-year-old asks him if he has anything to eat that doesn’t involve the killing of animals. And in the time it takes you to sputter “wh-what?”, your life just . . . got . . .harder.