I don't mind eating out every once in a while - at familiar restaurants where I've talked with the manager. However, traveling still makes me nervous. Last weekend we were traveling to see a hockey game and I had assumes we could grab dinner at the Outback Steakhouse right next to the hotel (Gluten-Free menu so that isn't scary). However, we were running late so we ended up heading downtown to the stadium and grabbing something at one of the many "bar and grilles." I knew it was going to be dangerous but I didn't have many options. I ordered a simple salad, no croutons, dressing on the side. I was grudgingly eating my way through the salad when I came across a very small crouton. Upon deeper inspection I found a total of six. The suprising part - I started crying.

How is it that a simple little crouton can reduce a grown adult to tears??? Please tell me I'm not the only one - because even my very supportive boyfriend simply didn't understand.

Rebbecca

Ih my gosh, I get the same way! It's totally frustrating and heartbreaking.

Yup me too! Poor girl!

It is very frustrating and I don't cry but I sure do swear a lot to myself. I do eat out but I don't select where I eat based upon so-called gluten free menus, which seems like a oxymoron. I tend to pick restaurants based on the quality of the food and service, and then select foods that aren't too complex.