I really, really hate being high maintenance. I've worked in customer service much of my life. I know what servers say about high maintenance people, I know what they do to their food. It has been my policy for years to avoid even the scent of high maintenance. And it has been a good policy for me. I will eat the wrong food before I will send it back, I will pick off the stuff I ordered it without, I will ignore the flavor of onion on my burger, I will do almost anything to be easy.
I have become "that girl". The one with the questions. The one the server hates. The one everyone at the table rolls their eyes at. It's happened and I hate it!!
You see, when most people walk into a restaurant, they get handed a menu. I get a giant book of CAN'T. Every page is chock full of wonderful things I simply cannot put in my body. This presents the first challenge.
Even if I find something that doesn't explicitly list any of my allergens...here come the questions
Did they cook those potatoes in butter?
Did they dip the chicken in egg before they breaded it?
Do the breadcrumbs have yeast?
Is parsley the herb they herbed those potatoes with?
Do you have any dairy free salad dressings?
Does that soy product have casein in it?
Does your pesto have parmesan?
No mayo, no cheese, no bun...and please no spit, I'm just trying not to make myself sick!
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