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Had a dinner last night, with my in-laws. I did my research at home, so I came prepared. Even got the ideas okayed by the one throwing the party a week beforehand, as I knew I'd be ordering a side and be more expensive than the other guests, so offered to pay my own way entirely. I couldn't have possibly prepared more for this, basically. Told the server to hold the fries and just add a side of veg, which was actually on the menu. Girl said the fries were served separately, so someone else could eat them if they wanted. Uh, yeah, but then I have less food and still walk away hungry, as fries are filling... So please include a side of veg, so I have something more to eat thna just the meat. She mentions salad. At this point, I'm like, okay, fine, salad it is, whatever floats your boat and makes you look less like you're about to flee, because I was beginning to feel just like she was. She seemed rather overwhelmed with our massive party of way-too-many-people, and I was at a point where I just really didn't want to be the difficult customer anymore. (But why offer sides of veg, salads and what have you on your menu, if your employees could burst into tears when someone asks for that?)
My plate arrives, and there's no fries, no salad, no veg. But they did add in two massive chunks of bread! How helpful, what glorious initiative! I just stuck with coffee for dessert, that seemed the safest option, haha. Gave the complimentary biscuit to my husband. By the time we got home I was too knackered to make myself something, so I went to bed hungry. Still... The party itself was fun, a good time was had, I finally properly met someone who married into the family two months ago, who to my great delight, swears just as much as I do, and on the way home I made the acquaintance of a little hedgehog, which made me insanely happy.
I know asking for something a little different from the norm is hard. I'm terrified of people, and asking for something a bit quirky can be intimidating. I eat out a lot though, and it very, very rarely goes wrong like this. (Like when I asked for strawberries with a dab of cream, and got a lot of grapes with a few strawberries on top! Tasty, but needed a good speed-walk after. They meant well.). Sometimes, it goes wrong. The kitchen doesn't get it, the server panics, sometimes someone gets downright rude because they think you want to pay less.... It occurs. But just very, very rarely, in these past 7-something years. And it's not all about the food. It can be a bit of a glitch, but that's all it is, really... It's about the company you're with, spending time together, or going for an after-dinner walk and meeting critters along the way. Enjoying your surroundings like in "Hysterical Dining" venues... It's not as big a deal as what it feels like. (Which I am writing to also remind myself of that fact!). I know it's hard to ask for something that singles you out as "special", "difficult" or "different". But it's just a relatively small part of eating out. Sometimes you do all your research and whatnot, and a server is in her first week and absolutely panics. Sometimes a kitchen doesn't understand the problem and throws in an alternative without asking, that really isn't an option for you. Sometimes it's miscommunication or misunderstanding. Just assume that it's usually all done with the best of intentions, and they're just trying to make their way through life too.
And then get a damned good coffee after. (Plus, make sure you have something quick and easy in the fridge, don't make my mistake! )
Love,
Jo
My plate arrives, and there's no fries, no salad, no veg. But they did add in two massive chunks of bread! How helpful, what glorious initiative! I just stuck with coffee for dessert, that seemed the safest option, haha. Gave the complimentary biscuit to my husband. By the time we got home I was too knackered to make myself something, so I went to bed hungry. Still... The party itself was fun, a good time was had, I finally properly met someone who married into the family two months ago, who to my great delight, swears just as much as I do, and on the way home I made the acquaintance of a little hedgehog, which made me insanely happy.
I know asking for something a little different from the norm is hard. I'm terrified of people, and asking for something a bit quirky can be intimidating. I eat out a lot though, and it very, very rarely goes wrong like this. (Like when I asked for strawberries with a dab of cream, and got a lot of grapes with a few strawberries on top! Tasty, but needed a good speed-walk after. They meant well.). Sometimes, it goes wrong. The kitchen doesn't get it, the server panics, sometimes someone gets downright rude because they think you want to pay less.... It occurs. But just very, very rarely, in these past 7-something years. And it's not all about the food. It can be a bit of a glitch, but that's all it is, really... It's about the company you're with, spending time together, or going for an after-dinner walk and meeting critters along the way. Enjoying your surroundings like in "Hysterical Dining" venues... It's not as big a deal as what it feels like. (Which I am writing to also remind myself of that fact!). I know it's hard to ask for something that singles you out as "special", "difficult" or "different". But it's just a relatively small part of eating out. Sometimes you do all your research and whatnot, and a server is in her first week and absolutely panics. Sometimes a kitchen doesn't understand the problem and throws in an alternative without asking, that really isn't an option for you. Sometimes it's miscommunication or misunderstanding. Just assume that it's usually all done with the best of intentions, and they're just trying to make their way through life too.
And then get a damned good coffee after. (Plus, make sure you have something quick and easy in the fridge, don't make my mistake! )
Love,
Jo