Well, okay – he didn’t try to kill me personally; his staff did. And they didn’t do it intentionally, I’m sure. But I’m certainly SICK AND F&%$ING TIRED of going to a restaurant and ordering FROM THE F&%$ING GLUTEN FREE MENU and getting gluten-bombed. And hit with MSG, too – you’d think a place where a meal for two can cost $200 you wouldn’t have to worry about MSG in the food, but apparently you do.
No lectures, Jason – they have a gluten-free menu that isn’t gluten-free. I shouldn’t have to call in advance for that.
At any rate, I’ve been up all night in the bathroom (on the plus side: I actually found time to read a book) and am not up to the post I had planned for today about an interesting, 3-week dietary experiment I just went through (voluntarily and no, it did not include gluten. Or grains. Or cow’s dairy). Next week.
All I have to say is this: the food at Lola is very, very good; impeccably prepared and presented. That is, if you don’t mind getting something you didn’t order, and in the case of those of us who can’t tolerate the gluten, all it takes is a tiny amount to turn what should have been a very pleasurable evening into several days of pain, discomfort and far too much time being acquainted with the porcelain throne.
To give him credit, when Beloved wrote about this on Chef Symon’s Facebook wall, he did reply, asking what I’d eaten so he could attend the matter. In the meantime, I’ve decided to abstain from restaurants for awhile. They’re not good for my health.