I contend he is more likely to get clobbered over the head and killed attempting to get to the restaurant than by any additional years he thinks he will gain by eating vegan. But my argument does not seem to sink in.
We had lunch recently--at Golden Era and the pic below shows what he ordered.
When I risk my life to eat with him in the Tenderloin, I order The Queen, which is fake chicken made out of soy and "caramelized in sweet chili soy sauce, embedded on fresh salad."
Michael says what I order is not that healthy but better than what he normally sees me eat---but, I hasten to add, I generally eat in safe neighborhoods.