Proud Mother...
(Heh – I started typing in the title for this post and apparently I’ve had previous Proud Mummy moments that I’ve chosen to share with you.)
We went to Wagamama for lunch on Saturday. It’s a bit of a mixed blessing on gluten-free diet – yes, there is a clear list explaining which items are safe to eat, and which can easily be made safe with modifications. Unfortunately for some items the modifications are along the lines of ‘you can have the Wagamama Ramen, but with rice noodles instead of the normal ones, and no chicken, prawns or menma’ – which seems to take some of the point out of having it to me. And there are a lot of exciting-looking things which are completely out of bounds. However it is more than possible to have a delicious meal, and Adam and I decided that I would order a range of things we could eat and we would share. So my main thing was the mandarin and sesame chicken salad (no dressing), and his was the negima yakitori (skewered chicken and spring onion) – no sauce. (For completeness sake I will also declare a bowl of sticky rice and a portion of edamame. Oh, and Ruth had fish with noodles and a dipping sauce and John had… actually I have no idea what he had – something spicy and noodly and definitely not gluten-free, so I rather lost interest – no chance of me stealing a bit… ).
So why am I a proud mother? It’s not easy going out for a meal on a gluten-free diet. Everything needs to be checked, and orders can be misread. It takes the joy out of a meal out when everyone else has finished before your meal has arrived. When Adam’s negima yakitori arrived, they had put sauce on it. The waiter was very nice about taking it away when we explained that we had carefully ordered it without sauce, and that it was necessary because we need it gluten-free. So we waited for the replacement. And waited. And waited. (Well, we both tucked into the mandarin and sesame chicken salad – that was GOOD!) And we waited some more. And while we waited Adam said, “It’s very busy in here, they’re going to make mistakes. It doesn’t matter, they’ll bring us another one.” Our poor waitress kept assuring us that she was onto it, that she was repeatedly checking with the kitchen staff, that her manager was trying to sort it out, that she was really really sorry… When it finally arrived our waitress’s supervisor came to explain that it’s tricky to cook properly, so it does take a while. I repeated Adam’s philosophy on it, and she was clearly very relieved. Obviously not everyone has read Waiter Rant and they were getting some stick from other customers.
Hmmm – this NaBloPoMo thing is going to lead to me writing a lot of drivel about not very much. Feel free to move right along..
two comments:
I swear, half of my not being very interested in dating is just dealing with the whole rigamarole of diet.Chris () (link) - 04 November '08 - 03:41
NaBloPoMo is sending my bloglines into freefall!Daisy () (link) - 04 November '08 - 15:04
