I feel like all I do is rant. I hope you all don't mind. Because I am about to do it again. Can we say instead of ranting I go on an angry tirade? I like that word.
I HATE when people go off about shit they know nothing about. A friend of mine on Facebook, not a real life friend, posted some FDA warning that she saw at a fast food restaurant that rhymes with DickDonalds. The warning basically said that eating their food would kill you. Well, duh.
First of all, she was SHOCKED by this information, which made me both sad and angry. That is another rant about knowing what you are putting in your body and understanding what it does to you. Gah!
Second of all, someone replied and said that anytime you grill something, the char that is on the meat or vegetable or whatever can cause cancer. And...my brain explodes. OK. Let's be realistic here. There are tons of things that can cause cancer in large amounts in lab rats. Or mice. Or whatever. People have been "charring" food forever. Literally. FOREVER. That is NOT the same as what DickDonalds is doing. It's just not. That is not even, really, food. By definition, it is edible. But, it is not "food" as you and I would understand it.
It is certainly not ground up chicken breast, battered, and fried in their chicken nuggets.
I am getting off point...the point is, I hate when people say shit for the shock value. When they go for the "OMG, I HAD NO IDEA, THAT IS TERRIBLE" reaction unless they know what the fuck they are talking about.
Two educated people disagreeing is one thing. But, for someone to say that you cannot char foods because it causes cancer is flat out ridiculous. Even more ridiculous? The post blew up with people being shocked and swearing off grilling.
And those people are also going to walk into my restaurant and want their fucking steak baked because the char marks are going to kill them.
Also, there is a difference between an intolerance and an allergy and GOD DAMMIT DON'T TELL ME YOU HAVE AN ALLERGY IF YOU ARE ACTUALLY JUST INTOLERANT OF SOMETHING. Or heaven forbid you just don't like it. I will respect it either way. But, an allergy is like walking into an ER and calling code red. We stop and wash everything, change our pans, our tongs, our gloves, our cutting boards, everything. Nobody wants to watch someone go into anaphylactic shock. But, if you tell me you are allergic to onions and I go to your table and say, well, we have these lily family (onions, garlic, etc) ingredients in our food and maybe you should just have a salad, and you say, well, they just give me gas, I am going to stab you in the throat.
OK, I won't. But, I will roll my eyes and just walk away. And be pissed. And rant. And then go on an angry tirade about it on my blog.
Look, if you are at a nice restaurant, we understand food allergies. IT IS OUR JOB. Please just be honest. It is, again, our job to make you happy.
And...that got off track. I am just going to stop here and hope you all continue reading after this. I may have just lost my shit. Halfway through the post I poured myself a drink. Yeah.
To sum up: Don't lie to servers. We all just want to make you happy. Even if you are picky. Oh, and don't talk shit if you don't have the facts to back it up. Word.
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I would bet that the same people who are swearing off grilled food are simultaneously chugging soda, eating Twinkies, and shoving all manner of other chemicals into their body that cause more cancer than a little charred meat.
The problem is that there is a large portion of the population who are NOT SMART. This does not mean they're not nice, or good people. But it does mean that they make me very angry sometimes.
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