Dining: Panning the Picky Eaters

But unfortunately, the couple dining at the next table didn't see it that way. When they were seated, the captain asked if they had food proclivities or allergies. It's only fair; if the patron isn't given choices, a restaurant must give them the opportunity to claim a fatal nut allergy.

She was slinky and sparkly and he wore a suit. She began, "I do not drink alcohol, or ingest meat; I'm a pescatarian, and really prefer to avoid grains..." The monologue was impressive in both its length and breadth.

When she was finished, her date turned to the captain and said, "She's a tough one, huh?" and put an arm around her shoulder. "Think Dan can make it happen for us?" he asked, as if it were a challenge.

Their courses were served, and dissected more than enjoyed. When the final dish arrived; starring a plump pink shrimp, she frowned, pushed the plate to the center of the table and folded her arms.

The captain appeared immediately, and they explained that although the meal was perfect so far, they forgot to mention that she was kosher.

Perhaps next time they can bring a printed list? Or better yet, learn to enjoy the food, and not indulge the drama. When we go to the symphony, do we tell the musicians that we'd prefer not to hear the flute or the oboe tonight? Do we tell dancers we'd prefer the performance without their left arm?