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Saturday, August 01, 2009

Why I Love Cheeseburger in Paradise



R, B and I sometimes go to Cheeseburger in Paradise before hitting the Von Maur shoe room. B and I are not able to eat gluten and so we have few chances to eat at a restaurant. CIP has the most lovely gluten-free fries I have ever eaten. They are even better than the ones I make myself.

So, a few weeks ago we stop in to have some fries before we set out for the grueling task of shoe shopping. We place our order for three plates of gluten-free fries and then the terrible thing happens.... some guy comes over and sits at the next table. He says, "hey, how is it going?" I'm thinking - uh oh. So apparently a new cook has sullied the frying area for the gluten-free fries by cooking wheat covered pickles in our beloved stain-free oil.

The manager, Derac, is really great. He offers us other safe foods, but alas, we had a hankering for fries. So, he offered to give us free orders when we return. What a nice and thoughtful fellow. He did make good on his promise a couple of weeks later. yummy

Now, I think most people who are not familiar with allergies and other food related problems just do not understand how serious it can be for people to ingest certain foods. I have had several people offer that if I just eat a little I will be ok. Not true. If I eat a little gluten, it takes weeks for my gut to sort itself out. And, oh-by-the-way, those are not fun weeks.

Anyway -- WE LOVE CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISE (and especially Derac) for understanding and being respectful of our needs.

2 Comments:

  • I totally get it. But because of my horse. She's insulin resistant. It's like diabetes. She must avoid sugar at all costs. If she eats even one meal of sweet feed (heavy in molasses for flavoring), she goes horrendously lame. It takes a couple weeks of carefully monitoring her to undo the lameness.

    Though I explained this countless times to the managers of the barn where I used to board her, it was totally lost on them. They said "Oh, it's a hoof issue, food doesn't cause lameness". Then, if they ran out of her oats, they'd feed her sweet feed in the meantime, fully maintaining it wouldn't hurt her any. A couple days later, I'd get a call saying "your horse is lame again—are you finally gonna put shoes on her and fix it?"

    Discussions ensued in which I found out she'd been out of oats for a few days. I finally moved her to another barn that honors my wishes, and while she isn't totally 100% sound ever, she's been free of the problems we had before. (Does it matter that the former managers at the old barn were horseshoers by trade? Hmmm.)

    So count me among the understanding. Sometimes it DOES matter if you only have a little.

    By Blogger Jeanne, at 01 August, 2009  

  • Good Grief Jeanne. Thank goodness your horse has a great advocate in you.

    Yep, a little can hurt a lot.

    By Blogger Mary, at 13 August, 2009  

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