Some vegetarians may *claim* they don't like meat, but that's B.S. in my opinion. They morally chose for one reason or another to not eat the meat, and then their brain adapted to this decision by telling the conscious "good job, I don't like it anyway". The mind has a funny way of producing happiness almost out of thin air.
If vegetarians didn't miss meat, there wouldn't be such a great selection of veggie cheeses, veggie burgers, tofurkey, and the like. I haven't yet seen anything like, "tastes like tofu but made with real meat."
That said, I miss bread. I love bread - good bread, not the fluffy white crap on most supermarket aisles. Pre-primal, I figured, if it tasted good, it would taste better between two slices of bread. I absolutely love subs, heroes, po'boys, or whatever the regional name for them is. Pastrami without rye? Lox without a bagel? Brie and paté without a sourdough baguette? A burger without an English muffin? Absurd. Now I indulge occasionally, but the longer I remain primal, the less often I indulge. I still don't know what to do with pastrami, except that it tastes great next to fried eggs.
"Now I'm just another anonymous shut-in with an online shopping addiction." - Georgina Sparks.
"I puked like a hero for the rest of the night." - Anthony Bourdain, 2002.
"Brain: an apparatus with which we think that we think." - Ambrose Bierce