To a jaded wait staff, "allergies" is code for "I'm a giant picky baby using the magic word to be super-duper sure". Even if the wait staff were earnest and cared, good luck dealing with the illegal kitchen staff who can't read and promptly forget the verbal explanation because there's 11 orders in front of that one customer's.
Yeah, my power went out for a couple days from severe storms the other week and I got burgers for the first time in a while. Three guys were back there, it wasn't even that busy, and they somehow gave me the wrong order. I came out ahead, I got someone's bacon cheeseburger, the other guy must have gotten my plain hamburger. Were I lactose intolerant or some pagan who isn't allowed to eat pork that would have been bad. I gotta say though, if I had severe allergies where I could fucking die if I ate the wrong thing, I would never eat something someone else prepared.
That's how it's always looked to me. I bet nearly everyone has some sort of food they are sensitive to if they really think about it. I can't do shellfish. I don't think I've ever told a restaurant. I have asked things like, "hey can I get something other than shrimp in this," particularly something like where there's some shrimp on the side. If they say yes, great! It's honestly more of the notion of I'd rather not toss some perfectly good food they could have just left unprepared in the kitchen. If I order something with it in it accidentally, I pick the fuck around it. Big deal.
If you've really got a keel over and die food allergy, I would suggest learning to cook. I'd also suggest looking into some sort of allergy therapy because I've seen enough things that it's possible to get to where you could at least be around it. I don't want to hear some bullshit, "you can't open a package of peanuts near me or I'll die."
To a jaded wait staff, "allergies" is code for "I'm a giant picky baby using the magic word to be super-duper sure". Even if the wait staff were earnest and cared, good luck dealing with the illegal kitchen staff who can't read and promptly forget the verbal explanation because there's 11 orders in front of that one customer's.
Yeah, my power went out for a couple days from severe storms the other week and I got burgers for the first time in a while. Three guys were back there, it wasn't even that busy, and they somehow gave me the wrong order. I came out ahead, I got someone's bacon cheeseburger, the other guy must have gotten my plain hamburger. Were I lactose intolerant or some pagan who isn't allowed to eat pork that would have been bad. I gotta say though, if I had severe allergies where I could fucking die if I ate the wrong thing, I would never eat something someone else prepared.
That's how it's always looked to me. I bet nearly everyone has some sort of food they are sensitive to if they really think about it. I can't do shellfish. I don't think I've ever told a restaurant. I have asked things like, "hey can I get something other than shrimp in this," particularly something like where there's some shrimp on the side. If they say yes, great! It's honestly more of the notion of I'd rather not toss some perfectly good food they could have just left unprepared in the kitchen. If I order something with it in it accidentally, I pick the fuck around it. Big deal.
If you've really got a keel over and die food allergy, I would suggest learning to cook. I'd also suggest looking into some sort of allergy therapy because I've seen enough things that it's possible to get to where you could at least be around it. I don't want to hear some bullshit, "you can't open a package of peanuts near me or I'll die."