Because of my allergies, I sometimes confound wait staff with my meal requests. An example was my request for sushi rolls without rice. Rice is not my friend, and the waitress simply couldn’t follow. “No rice?” she asked.
“I can’t eat rice. Can you make it with cucumbers instead?”
“Sushi with no. . . rice.”
“That’s right.”
“You can’t eat rice?”
“I know. It’s sad.”
She stood there staring at me before checking with the chef. He was totally fine with making my sushi rice and gluten-free.
“No soy sauce?”
“Nope.”
It all worked out. Unlike at lunch today, I was not poisoned.
The sushi was delicious. I left unscathed even if my waitress did keep staring at me awkwardly. Maybe she thought I was pranking her?
Despite best efforts, Outback managed to smuggle a piece of red onion into my salad. I got the juice of it on my tongue which immediately swelled up, along with my throat and my ear. I sent the dish back and ordered one that shouldn’t even be stocked near red onions.
Eating out is tricky business.
Outback didn't charge for my new meal. In fact, our whole tab was waived and we were given a $20 gift card. Turns out it expired last month. Perhaps they'll still honor it? I'm guessing I won't feel like going back there for a very long time. For now, I'm just happy to be at home in bed typing away and reading some posts from new and old Steemit favorites.
Happy Saturday!