Last night, Mrs. Olde School and I tried a well-known River North restaurant which we had never before tried (I will not reveal it here to be fair to all concerned). We thought the food was very good. We looked at each other in astonishment that someplace so convenient and now so satisfying had never made it to our list of go-to restaurants. But just as our dishes were being cleared, she said her throat was beginning to feel funny, like she may be having some kind of allergic reaction. At that moment, the waiter came by, and Mrs. OS asked if by any chance there happened to be hazelnuts in any of the dishes we had (to which she is highly allergic). He said no, but offered that there were a small amount of Brazil nuts brought out in something accompanying the appetizers. Hearing this news--that her
second-most feared food was put into a dish and not specified as an ingredient--caused her to almost lose it on the spot, giving the shell-shocked waiter "what for" in a short-lived but pointed rant. She knew what would be coming next--within a matter of minutes. A tightened throat, labored breathing, swollen lips and tongue, a face turning bright red, and then the need for an immediate double or triple dose of Benydryl that would calm the reaction but knock her out silly, all followed by four or five hours of cramps as everything worked its way out of her system. She was aghast, and what prompted her tirade was that this was a "hidden" ingredient -- not specified as part of the dish and unheard of as an ingredient that would ever be used with the dish. Further, she was hard-pressed to understand the restaurant's use of Brazil nuts under any circumstances, given that it ranks at the very top of the food allergy hit list.
As someone with well-known and very specific allergies, the Mrs. takes it as her responsibility for avoiding these foods, not leaving it to anyone else. If a restaurant serves Chocolate Walnut Cake, for example, it's obvious what it is and she stays away. If brownies are offered, she always asks if there are nuts. Often, the answer is yes, they have pecans in them (which she is not allergic to). Still, she will decline anyway, thinking it's possible a restaurant could well have run out of pecans that particular day (unbeknownst to the server) and--easily enough--substituted walnuts.
A number of years ago, a restaurant in Rhode Island caused the death of a patron when it served a bowl of chili that had been thickened with peanut butter. Virtually no one would think to ask if the restaurant's chili contained nuts, and the menu didn't reveal this fact either. In recent years, the restaurant industry's awareness has been heightened dramatically, and perhaps something good was able to come out of that tragedy. Mrs. Olde School, in fact, while still remaining on alert, doesn't always carry her antidotes with her everywhere anymore. She finds it so much easier to remain vigilant these days, she doesn't get panicked if she happens to leave home without them.
We hope last night was an aberration, but it did cause her to re-think her slightly less stringent attitude.
While we thought the restaurant--in particular the chef--should have known better than to use an ingredient like a Brazil nut and not disclosed it, the staff reaction after the fact was positive. The waiter was at least well trained enough to know there were Brazil nuts in one of the dishes, and could not have been more apologetic. The manager spoke with us as well, and said they take food allergies very seriously, and was most gracious in how he handled the situation.
At some point, I'm tempted to go back--the food was really great, and I'd like to see if they've eliminated the nut from the dish in question.
See, I'm an idea man, Chuck. I got ideas coming at me all day. Hey, I got it! Take LIVE tuna fish and FEED 'em mayonnaise!
-Michael Keaton's character in Night Shift