I accept that I can't eat everything on the menu, and that's why I only order dishes that are naturally gluten free with simple efforts like removing the toast or roll or omitting the croutons. Not a big step but it's exactly the kind of thing he's complaining about. I don't ask for special skillets or crap like that when I eat out, so I'm guessing the extra time I ask for amounts "read ticket, put down roll". If he thinks my disease is "made up" can I trust him not to make me sick? Hell no. This is clearly the kind of guy who will bring me the dish with the toast still on it, and when I say "sorry, there are crumbs on the dish, I can't eat it now." will take it back to the kitchen, push some food over the crumbs, and bring it back to me. Which makes him the asshole. But fine, if he's not cool with that, he can put it on the menu "no allergies accomodated" so people know to avoid it. I don't go to Ria's because they say "no special orders" which I respect, fine. But I still can't eat there. So I don't go. Ron can achieve the same for himself, just put it on the menu.
I know there are plenty of people who fake intolerances, and believe me, I hate them too. They make the rest of us look bad. But I don't think a chef is qualified to judge which is which.
"make-believe ailments". ahem.
I just want to add that I do agree that people shouldn't treat a menu restaurant like a DIY project. But dressing on the side is not a great example of the phenomenon and insinuating that people with food allergies are asshole hypochondriacs is mean, disrespectful, and also shitballs stupid/wrong. Learn something about food allergies before you spout off.
I love eating at Miso. It's close to where I work, and so it's been a favorite lunch spot. I've eaten at night a couple times (and had no problems with the service, I've always found it pleasant and attentive). But I agree that it needs a website with an updated menu. I also tried to go at lunch last week and found it closed....a website would have saved the trip, but mostly I was sad I missed out on the lunch combo.
Yeah, I worked food service for years, in the kitchen, at the hostess stand, waiting tables, and cocktailing. And if someone told me they or their kid had an allergy I'd listen and accomodate. I might get irritated by something else, but not that.
I also used to get irritated when people would ask me to box up their food and then they'd leave it at the table. Happened all the time, and I hated it! Waste of time! Waste of box! If you didn't want it why'd you ask for it?!
But you know what? Now I forget the box about half the time myself. Is it the two glasses of wine? Probably. I usually remember later and wish I had my box. The point is, that what is *not* happening is a total lack of sympathy for the wait staff or some kind of hyperbolic self-entitlement driving me to disregard the extra work the server had to do to get me the box. It's simply that I'm distracted by something else. Perhaps it's the fact that I've had a great meal with my friends and we're all really happy and content and so everything else slips my mind. Maybe I'm looking forward to meeting some other folks out where I'll be able to tell them what a great dinner I had. And I'm texting them. (On my blackberry. Or maybe I'm texting someone about the jerkoff waiter who just ruined my night.) Point is, if I'm absent-minded, that's really all it is. I don't hate the waiter or disrespect the restaurant. I sure as heck know what they're going through, I've been there myself. It's just innocent distraction. So cut the persecution complex and learn to distinguish between innocuous irritations and real disrespect.
You know, a friend and I drove past family dog the other day and said, "hm, we should try that place." But you can be I won't step foot in either place now.
I have celiac disease. I only order dishes that are naturally free of gluten but I have to inquire as to which those are and often have to ask for croutons, buns, and bread to be left off the plate. My disease is, in fact, life-threatening. I won't die at the table but a tiny bit of gluten can make my immune system attack and destroy my guts. Literally. I try not to be a pain when I eat out, but one thing I absolutely expect is for the wait staff and chef to take me freaking seriously. You obviously believe such requets are "make believe" and I obviously could never trust you to not make me sick. I'm sure glad I found this out about your "fine" establishments before I learned the hard way that you don't give a f*ck about your customers and their well-being. Maybe *you* should find another line of work.
"Coupled with life-threatening allergies and other make-believe ailments."
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