Rebecca ReidThere comes a point, usually somewhere in your mid-late twenties, where going out-out loses its appeal. Instead of getting dressed up and going to a bar, paying £20 for a £6 bottle of wine and shouting over music, you go to each other's houses and, unlike in previous years where 'eating is cheating', have dinner.
If you're lucky, you'll have made friends with the kind of easy going people who reply breezily 'I eat anything' while secretly hoping you won't serve any of the vegetables they secretly despise. If your requirement is based on an allergy then you're golden; no reasonable person is going to serve something you're allergic to. Religious mandates also get a free pass, as do ideological ones. So if you're celiac, dairy intolerant, kosher, halal, vegan or vegetarian you're fine.Many of the people I love refuse to eat carbs.
It's also borderline impossible to serve something which is both vegetarian and low carb, unless you're up for serving a plate of vegetables with a drizzle of olive oil and a squeeze of lemon.