I’m that person now. The “difficult one”… The one that asks if there’s any dairy in the meals. Repeating sometimes: “Are you sure this was not cooked in butter?” or “Just want to confirm that there’s no milk in that omelette is there?”
The last time I went out for dinner with a group, the menu was quite extensive, offering a lot of different options. More than your usual restaurant. Meals were well described but all included cheese… I told our waiter about my intolerance and then he looked at me and said: “Well, you really only have one option then and it’s the Salmon plate”. So I asked him: “Can’t you just not put cheese if I order that has some?”. Turns out the patties we pre-made, with cheese. And the pulled pork sauce had butter, and so did the sloppy joe’s or it was in the salad dressing. Everything had some dairy product that could not be removed. They couldn’t even serve me the rice that came with the salmon because it was cooked with butter… Who puts butter in rice btw? That experience was simply devastating. Coming to the realization that you’re now extremely limited with what you can now eat is the worst for a foodie like me.
It’s one thing being the “difficult” one with strangers serving you at the restaurant, but a whole other when you’re being that difficult person with your family and friends. Arriving at a dinner and having to question the ingredients, just to be sure, or having them bend over backwards to make a lactose-free dessert is just awful. It sort of makes you want to just cook yourself and eat at home. I guess that means I’ll have to start hosting a lot more! Luckily it’s Fall now and the slow cooker’s out.